עָצֵל

Walk in the manner of the ant, O slacker; observe its ways and become wise.

How long will you lie there, O slacker? When will you get up from your sleep?

Like vinegar to the teeth and smoke to the eyes, so is the slacker to those who send him.

The slacker craves yet has nothing, but the soul of the diligent is fully satisfied.

The way of the slacker is like a hedge of thorns, but the path of the upright is a highway.

The slacker buries his hand in the dish; he will not even bring it back to his mouth.

The slacker does not plow in season; at harvest time he looks, but nothing is there.

The craving of the slacker kills him because his hands refuse to work.

The slacker says, “There is a lion outside! I will be slain in the streets!”

I went past the field of a slacker and by the vineyard of a man lacking judgment.

The slacker says, “A lion is in the road! A fierce lion roams the public square!”

As a door turns on its hinges, so the slacker turns on his bed.

The slacker buries his hand in the dish; it wearies him to bring it back to his mouth.

The slacker is wiser in his own eyes than seven men who answer discreetly.