Wake up and weep, you drunkards; cry, you wine-drinkers; the grapes for making new wine have been destroyed.
And now, you rich people, listen to me! Weep and wail over the miseries that are coming upon you!
“There was once a rich man who dressed in the most expensive clothes and lived in great luxury every day.
They threw dice to decide who would get the captives. They sold boys and girls into slavery to pay for prostitutes and wine.
Put on sackcloth and weep, you priests who serve at the altar! Go into the Temple and mourn all night! There is no grain or wine to offer your God.
Grieve, you farmers; cry, you that take care of the vineyards, because the wheat, the barley, yes all the crops are destroyed.
“Mortal man,” he said, “prophesy and announce what I, the Sovereign Lord, am saying. You are to shout these words: A day of terror is coming!
So put on sackcloth, and weep and wail because the fierce anger of the Lord has not turned away from Judah.