with which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.
He who goes out weeping, carrying seed for sowing, will certainly come again with joy, carrying his sheaves.
For they sow the wind, and they will reap the whirlwind. He has no standing grain. The stalk will yield no head. If it does yield, strangers will swallow it up.
For he who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption. But he who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life.