So shall thy poverty come as a robber, And thy want as an armed man.
He becometh poor that dealeth with a slack hand: But the hand of the diligent maketh rich.
The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: But the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.
Slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep; And the idle soul shall suffer hunger.
Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; Open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.
The slothful will not plow by reason of the winter; Therefore he shall beg in harvest, and have nothing.
For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: And drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep:
So shall thy poverty come as a robber; And thy want as an armed man.
The fool foldeth his hands together, and eateth his own flesh.