Hate of work sends deep sleep on a man: and he who has no industry will go without food.

The hater of work puts his hand deep into the basin, and will not even take it to his mouth again.

The hater of work will not do his ploughing because of the winter; so at the time of grain-cutting he will be requesting food and will get nothing.

The hearing ear and the seeing eye are equally the Lord's work.

And the pillars of Egypt'shall be broken in pieces; all they that work for hire'shall be grieved in soul.

The LORD recompense thy work, and a full reward be given thee of the LORD God of Israel, under whose wings thou art come to trust.

The hater of work says, There is a lion outside: I will be put to death in the streets.