The fool folds his hands and consumes his own flesh.
and cut down on the right hand, but shall be hungry; and he devours on the left hand, but shall not be satisfied; each one devouring the flesh of his own arm:
The lazy one does not plough after the autumn; At harvest time he inquires – there is none!
The being of the lazy one craves, but has not; While the being of the hard workers are enriched.
Why do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hands?
The lazy one has no game to roast, But the hard worker prizes his possessions.
A kind man is rewarding his being, But he who is cruel troubles his own flesh.
Words of a wise man’s mouth show favour, but the lips of a fool swallow him up;
How long would you lie down, O lazy one? When do you arise from your sleep?
