Wake up and weep, you drunkards; cry, you wine-drinkers; the grapes for making new wine have been destroyed.
So put on sackcloth, and weep and wail because the fierce anger of the Lord has not turned away from Judah.
“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!
Grieve, you farmers; cry, you that take care of the vineyards, because the wheat, the barley, yes all the crops are destroyed.
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.
They threw dice to decide who would get the captives. They sold boys and girls into slavery to pay for prostitutes and wine.
“There was once a rich man who dressed in the most expensive clothes and lived in great luxury every day.
And now, you rich people, listen to me! Weep and wail over the miseries that are coming upon you!