By laziness the rafters sag, and by idle hands the house leaks.
A wise woman builds her house, but a foolish one tears it down with her own hands.
A slacker will not plow in season, so at harvest he looks but finds nothing.
But we long for each of you to show the same eagerness for the certainty of hope to the very end—
for both drunkards and gluttons will be impoverished— grogginess will clothe them with rags.
A slacker’s craving will kill him, because his hands refuse to work.
The hand of the diligent will rule, but the lazy will become forced labor.