A slacker will not plow in season, so at harvest he looks but finds nothing.
Lazy hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring wealth.
Laziness brings on deep sleep, and an idle soul will starve.
The slacker’s soul craves, yet has nothing, but the diligent soul will be satisfied.
then your poverty comes tramping in, and your need like an armed soldier.
The slacker buries his hand in a bowl and will not even bring it back to his mouth!
Go to the ant, you slacker— consider its ways and be wise!
The intent of a man’s heart is deep water, but a man of insight draws it out.
A slacker’s craving will kill him, because his hands refuse to work.
Whoever keeps watching the wind will not sow and whoever gazes at the clouds will not reap.