Awake, you drunkards, and weep; and howl, all you drinkers of wine, because of the new wine, for it is cut off from your mouth.
For this gird yourselves with sackcloth, lament and wail: for the fierce anger of the LORD has not turned back from us.
Son of man, prophesy and say, Thus says the Lord GOD; Wail, Alas for the day!
Be ashamed, O you farmers; wail, O you vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field has perished.
Gird yourselves, and lament, you priests: wail, you ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God: for the grain offering and the drink offering is withheld from the house of your God.
And they have cast lots for my people; and have given a boy for a harlot, and sold a girl for wine, that they might drink.
There was a certain rich man, who was clothed in purple and fine linen, and feasted sumptuously every day:
Come now, you rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.