Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
For this gird you with sackcloth, lament and wail; for the fierce anger of the LORD hasn't turned back from us.
Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus says the Lord GOD: Wail, Alas for the day!
Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers; for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
Put on sackcloth and mourn, you Kohanim! Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from your God's house.
and have cast lots for my people, and have given a boy for a prostitute, and sold a girl for wine, that they may drink.
*Now there was a certain rich man, and he was clothed in purple and fine linen, living in luxury every day.
Come now, you rich, weep and howl for your miseries that are coming on you.