As vinegar to the teeth and smoke to the eyes, so are sluggards to those who send them.
Like a snow-cooled drink at harvest time is a trustworthy messenger to the one who sends him; he refreshes the spirit of his master.
Like one who takes away a garment on a cold day, or like vinegar poured on a wound, is one who sings songs to a heavy heart.
Sending a message by the hands of a fool is like cutting off one’s feet or drinking poison.
Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise!
who say, ‘Keep away; don’t come near me, for I am too sacred for you!’ Such people are smoke in my nostrils, a fire that keeps burning all day.
“His master replied, ‘You wicked, lazy servant! So you knew that I harvest where I have not sown and gather where I have not scattered seed?
Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.
We do not want you to become lazy, but to imitate those who through faith and patience inherit what has been promised.