and your poverty comes like a bandit and your need like an armed man.
Lazy hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring wealth.
The slacker’s soul craves, yet has nothing, but the diligent soul will be satisfied.
Laziness brings on deep sleep, and an idle soul will starve.
Do not love sleep, lest you become poor. Open your eyes, and you will be satisfied with food.
A slacker will not plow in season, so at harvest he looks but finds nothing.
for both drunkards and gluttons will be impoverished— grogginess will clothe them with rags.
“A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep,”
then your poverty comes tramping in, and your need like an armed soldier.
The fool folds his hands together and eats his own flesh.