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.
17Laying hold on the ears of a dog, Is a passer-by making himself wrath for strife not his own.
18As one pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,