The sluggard saith, There is a lion without: I shall be murdered in the streets.
The way of the sluggard is as an hedge of thorns: But the path of the upright is made an highway.
The eyes of the LORD preserve him that hath knowledge, But he overthroweth the words of the treacherous man.
Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep; And the idle soul shall suffer hunger.
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?