Fools fold their hands and ruin themselves.
On the right they will devour, but still be hungry; on the left they will eat, but not be satisfied. Each will feed on the flesh of their own offspring:
Sluggards do not plow in season; so at harvest time they look but find nothing.
A sluggard’s appetite is never filled, but the desires of the diligent are fully satisfied.
Why do I put myself in jeopardy and take my life in my hands?
The lazy do not roast any game, but the diligent feed on the riches of the hunt.
Those who are kind benefit themselves, but the cruel bring ruin on themselves.
Words from the mouth of the wise are gracious, but fools are consumed by their own lips.
How long will you lie there, you sluggard? When will you get up from your sleep?
