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Bible Verses About Slothfulness
Key Bible Verses
Go unto the ant, O slothful one, See her ways and be wise;
Which hath not captain, overseer, and ruler,
She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.
Till when, O slothful one, dost thou lie? When dost thou arise from thy sleep?
A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,
And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.
Poor is he who is working--a slothful hand, And the hand of the diligent maketh rich.
Whoso is gathering in summer is a wise son, Whoso is sleeping in harvest is a son causing shame.
As vinegar to the teeth, And as smoke to the eyes, So is the slothful to those sending him.
The hand of the diligent ruleth, And slothfulness becometh tributary.
The slothful roasteth not his hunting, And the wealth of a diligent man is precious.
The soul of the slothful is desiring, and hath not. And the soul of the diligent is made fat.
The way of the slothful is as a hedge of briers, And the path of the upright is raised up.
He also that is remiss in his work, A brother he is to a destroyer.
Sloth causeth deep sleep to fall, And an indolent soul doth hunger.
The slothful hath hidden his hand in a dish, Even unto his mouth he bringeth it not back.
Because of winter the slothful plougheth not, He asketh in harvest, and there is nothing.
The desire of the slothful slayeth him, For his hands have refused to work.
The slothful hath said, `A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'
For the quaffer and glutton become poor, And drowsiness clotheth with rags.
Near the field of a slothful man I passed by, And near the vineyard of a man lacking heart.
And lo, it hath gone up--all of it--thorns! Covered its face have nettles, And its stone wall hath been broken down.
And I see--I--I do set my heart, I have seen--I have received instruction,
A little sleep--a little slumber--A little folding of the hands to lie down.
And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man!