How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
Consider, ye brutish among the people: And ye fools, when will ye be wise?
How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? And scorners delight them in scorning, And fools hate knowledge?
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.
As the door turneth upon its hinges, So doth the sluggard upon his bed.
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep:
Go to the ant, thou sluggard; Consider her ways, and be wise:
Provideth her meat in the summer, And gathereth her food in the harvest.
The fool foldeth his hands together, and eateth his own flesh.
O Jerusalem, wash thine heart from wickedness, that thou mayest be saved. How long shall thine evil thoughts lodge within thee?
There came a man, sent from God, whose name was John.
And this, knowing the season, that now it is high time for you to awake out of sleep: for now is salvation nearer to us than when we first believed.
Wherefore he saith, Awake, thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall shine upon thee.