A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest;

so shall your poverty come as one walking, and your need like an armed man.

The slothful does not roast his game taken in hunting, but the substance of a diligent man is precious.

The soul of the sluggard desires and has nothing, but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.

The sluggard will not plow; after the autumn he shall beg during harvest and have nothing.

A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest;

so shall your poverty come like a prowler, and your want like an armed man.

Why do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my soul in my hands?

A merciful man does good to his own soul, but the cruel troubles his own flesh.

And he shall cut off on the right hand and be hungry; and he shall devour on the left, and they shall not be satisfied. Each man shall eat the flesh of his own arm;