The fool folds his hands and consumes his own flesh.
They carve out what is on the right, but they are still hungry; they eat what is on the left, but they are still not sat
A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest,
The slacker craves yet has nothing, but the soul of the diligent is fully satisfied.
Why do I put myself at risk and take my life in my own hands?
The slacker does not plow in season; at harvest time he looks, but nothing is there.
A kind man benefits himself, but a cruel man brings trouble on himself.
A lazy man does not roast his game, but a diligent man prizes his possession.
A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest,