The Lord hates lazy bones.
Here are the Lord’s advice on sluggards:
Go to the ant, you sluggard;
consider its ways and be wise!
It has no commander,
No overseer or ruler,
Yet it stores its provisions in summer
And gathers its food at harvest.
How long will you be there , you sluggard?
When will you get up from your sleep?
A little sleep, a little slumber,A little folding of the hands to rest—