Wake up, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you wine drinkers, because of the sweet wine, for it has been taken from your mouth.
Come now, you rich people, weep and wail over the miseries that are coming on you.
“There was a rich man who would dress in purple and fine linen, feasting lavishly every day.
They cast lots for my people; they bartered a boy for a prostitute and sold a girl for wine to drink.
Dress in sackcloth and lament, you priests; wail, you ministers of the altar. Come and spend the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, because grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.
Be ashamed, you farmers, wail, you vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.
“Son of man, prophesy and say, ‘This is what the Lord God says: Wail, “Woe because of that day! ”
Because of this, put on sackcloth; mourn and wail, for the Lord’s burning anger has not turned away from us.