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.
He that passeth by, [and] meddleth with strife [belonging] not to him, [is like] one that taketh a dog by the ears.
As a mad [man] who casteth firebrands, arrows, and death,
So [is] the man [that] deceiveth his neighbour, and saith, Am not I in sport?
Where no wood is, [there] the fire goeth out: so where [there is] no talebearer, the strife ceaseth.
[As] coals [are] to burning coals, and wood to fire; so [is] a contentious man to kindle strife.
The words of a talebearer [are] as wounds, and they go down into the innermost parts of the belly.
