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.
Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep; And the idle soul shall suffer hunger.
The eyes of the LORD preserve him that hath knowledge, But he overthroweth the words of the treacherous man.
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?