The lazy man says, "There is a lion in the road! A fierce lion is in the streets!"
As a door turns on its hinges, So does the lazy man on his bed.
The lazy man buries his hand in the bowl; a It wearies him to bring it back to his mouth.
The lazy man is wiser in his own eyes Than seven men who can answer sensibly.
He who passes by and meddles in a quarrel not his own Is like one who takes a dog by the ears.
Like a madman who throws firebrands, arrows, and death,
Is the man who deceives his neighbor, And says, "I was only joking!"
Where there is no wood, the fire goes out; And where there is no talebearer, strife ceases.
As charcoal is to burning coals, and wood to fire, So is a contentious man to kindle strife.
The words of a talebearer are like tasty trifles, And they go down into the inmost body.
Fervent lips with a wicked heart Are like earthenware covered with silver dross.