And your poverty shall come like a prowler, And your need as an armed man.
Poor is he who works with a lazy hand, But the hand of the hard worker makes rich.
The being of the lazy one craves, but has not; While the being of the hard workers are enriched.
Laziness makes one fall into a deep sleep, And an idle being suffers hunger.
Do not love sleep, lest you become poor; Open your eyes, be satisfied with bread.
The lazy one does not plough after the autumn; At harvest time he inquires – there is none!
For the drunkard and the glutton become poor, And slumber puts rags on a man.
A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to rest;
And your poverty shall come, a prowler, And your need like an armed man.
The fool folds his hands and consumes his own flesh.