A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep—
Go to the ant, you sluggard! Consider her ways and be wise,
How long will you slumber, O sluggard? When will you rise from your sleep?
Laziness casts one into a deep sleep, And an idle person will suffer hunger.
Do not love sleep, lest you come to poverty; Open your eyes, and you will be satisfied with bread.
For the drunkard and the glutton will come to poverty, And drowsiness will clothe a man with rags.
The fool folds his hands And consumes his own flesh.