10 A little sleep, a little slumbering,

A little folding of the hands to rest,+

11 And your poverty will come like a bandit,

And your want like an armed man.+

19 The way of the lazy one is like a hedge of thorns,+

But the path of the upright is like a level highway.+

30 I passed by the field of the lazy one,+

By the vineyard of the man lacking good sense.*

31 I saw that it was overgrown with weeds;

The ground was covered with nettles,

And its stone wall was broken down.+

14 A door keeps turning on its hinges,*

And the lazy one on his bed.+

15 The lazy one buries his hand in the banquet bowl,

But he is too tired to bring it back to his mouth.+