Proverbs 10:26
As vinegar to the teeth, And as smoke to the eyes, So `is' the slothful to those sending him.
As vinegar to the teeth, And as smoke to the eyes, So `is' the slothful to those sending him.
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13The slothful hath said, `A lion `is' in the way, A lion `is' in the broad places.'
14The door turneth round on its hinge, And the slothful on his bed.
15The slothful hath hid his hand in a dish, He is weary of bringing it back to his mouth.
16Wiser `is' the slothful in his own eyes, Than seven `men' returning a reason.
9He also that is remiss in his work, A brother he `is' to a destroyer.
19The way of the slothful `is' as a hedge of briers, And the path of the upright is raised up.
25The desire of the slothful slayeth him, For his hands have refused to work.
15Sloth causeth deep sleep to fall, And an indolent soul doth hunger.
9Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?
10A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,
24The slothful hath hidden his hand in a dish, Even unto his mouth he bringeth it not back.
30Near the field of a slothful man I passed by, And near the vineyard of a man lacking heart.
4The soul of the slothful is desiring, and hath not. And the soul of the diligent is made fat.
18By slothfulness is the wall brought low, And by idleness of the hands doth the house drop.
6He is cutting off feet, he is drinking injury, Who is sending things by the hand of a fool.
7Weak have been the two legs of the lame, And a parable in the mouth of fools.
8As one who is binding a stone in a sling, So `is' he who is giving honour to a fool.
9A thorn hath gone up into the hand of a drunkard, And a parable in the mouth of fools.
10Great `is' the Former of all, And He is rewarding a fool, And is rewarding transgressors.
11As a dog hath returned to its vomit, A fool is repeating his folly.
13The slothful hath said, `A lion `is' without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'
6Go unto the ant, O slothful one, See her ways and be wise;
27The slothful roasteth not his hunting, And the wealth of a diligent man is precious.
27The fear of Jehovah addeth days, And the years of the wicked are shortened.
4Because of winter the slothful plougheth not, He asketh in harvest, and there is nothing.
24The hand of the diligent ruleth, And slothfulness becometh tributary.
33A little sleep -- a little slumber -- A little folding of the hands to lie down.
5A torch -- despised in the thoughts of the secure Is prepared for those sliding with the feet.
21For the quaffer and glutton become poor, And drowsiness clotheth with rags.
18Whoso is covering hatred with lying lips, And whoso is bringing out an evil report is a fool.
4Poor `is' he who is working -- a slothful hand, And the hand of the diligent maketh rich.
10Whoso is winking the eye giveth grief, And a talkative fool kicketh.
27A worthless man is preparing evil, And on his lips -- as a burning fire.
4Give not sleep to thine eyes, And slumber to thine eyelids,
18As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,
10For while princes `are' perplexed, And with their drink are drunken, They have been consumed as stubble fully dried.
32Its latter end -- as a serpent it biteth, And as a basilisk it stingeth.
16The wage of the righteous `is' for life, The increase of the wicked for sin.
6For as the noise of thorns under the pot, So `is' the laughter of a fool, even this `is' vanity.
20Whoso is taking away a garment in a cold day, `Is as' vinegar on nitre, And a singer of songs on a sad heart.
11If the serpent biteth without enchantment, Then there is no advantage to a master of the tongue.
10The wicked seeth, and hath been angry, His teeth he gnasheth, and hath melted, The desire of the wicked doth perish!
1Dead flies cause a perfumer's perfume To send forth a stink; The precious by reason of wisdom -- By reason of honour -- a little folly!
3A whip is for a horse, a bridle for an ass, And a rod for the back of fools.
5Thorns -- snares `are' in the way of the perverse, Whoso is keeping his soul is far from them.
8As a snail that melteth he goeth on, `As' an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.
18For burned as a fire hath wickedness, Brier and thorn it devoureth, And it kindleth in thickets of the forest, And they lift themselves up, an exaltation of smoke!
9Whoso is removing stones is grieved by them, Whoso is cleaving trees endangered by them.
29Whoso is slow to anger `is' of great understanding, And whoso is short in temper is exalting folly.