The sluggard says, “There’s a lion outside! I’ll be killed in the public square!”
The way of the sluggard is blocked with thorns, but the path of the upright is a highway.
Laziness brings on deep sleep, and the shiftless go hungry.
The eyes of the Lord keep watch over knowledge, but he frustrates the words of the unfaithful.
I have taken off my robe— must I put it on again? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?