30 I went past the field of a sluggard, past the vineyard of someone who has no sense;
30 I went by the field of the slothful, and by the vineyard of the man void of understanding;
30 I passed by the field of a sluggard, by the vineyard of a man lacking sense,
30 One day I walked by the field of an old lazybones, and then passed the vineyard of a lout;
30 I went by the field of the lazy man, And by the vineyard of the man devoid of understanding;
30 I walked by the field of a lazy person, the vineyard of one with no common sense.
31 thorns had come up everywhere, the ground was covered with weeds, and the stone wall was in ruins.
31 And, lo, it was all grown over with thorns, and nettles had covered the face thereof, and the stone wall thereof was broken down.
31 and behold, it was all overgrown with thorns; the ground was covered with nettles, and its stone wall was broken down.
31 They were overgrown with weeds, thick with thistles, all the fences broken down.
31 And there it was, all overgrown with thorns; Its surface was covered with nettles; Its stone wall was broken down.
31 I saw that it was overgrown with nettles. It was covered with weeds, and its walls were broken down.
(Read Proverbs 24:30-34)
See what a blessing the husbandman's calling is, and what a wilderness this earth would be without it. See what great difference there is in the management even of worldly affairs. Sloth and self-indulgence are the bane of all good. When we see fields overgrown with thorns and thistles, and the fences broken down, we see an emblem of the far more deplorable state of many souls. Every vile affection grows in men's hearts; yet they compose themselves to sleep. Let us show wisdom by doubling our diligence in every good thing.
Matthew Henry's Commentary on Proverbs 24:30
Commentary on Proverbs 24:30-34
(Read Proverbs 24:30-34)
See what a blessing the husbandman's calling is, and what a wilderness this earth would be without it. See what great difference there is in the management even of worldly affairs. Sloth and self-indulgence are the bane of all good. When we see fields overgrown with thorns and thistles, and the fences broken down, we see an emblem of the far more deplorable state of many souls. Every vile affection grows in men's hearts; yet they compose themselves to sleep. Let us show wisdom by doubling our diligence in every good thing.