עָצֵל

Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:

How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard? when wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?

As vinegar to the teeth, and as smoke to the eyes, so is the sluggard to them that send him.

The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.

The way of the slothful man is as an hedge of thorns: but the way of the righteous is made plain.

A slothful man hideth his hand in his bosom, and will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.

The sluggard will not plow by reason of the cold; therefore shall he beg in harvest, and have nothing.

The desire of the slothful killeth him; for his hands refuse to labour.

The slothful man saith, There is a lion without, I shall be slain in the streets.

I went by the field of the slothful, and by the vineyard of the man void of understanding;

The slothful man saith, There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.

As the door turneth upon his hinges, so doth the slothful upon his bed.

The slothful hideth his hand in his bosom; it grieveth him to bring it again to his mouth.

The sluggard is wiser in his own conceit than seven men that can render a reason.