In the day of your planting you fence it in; in the morning you make your seed sprout; the harvest is a heap in the day of sickness and incurable pain.
Cut off the sower from Babylon, and the one taking hold of the sickle in the time of harvest. They shall turn from a sword of the oppressing one, each man to his people. And they shall flee, each man to his own land.
Who is the wise man that can understand this? And he to whom the mouth of Jehovah has spoken, that he may declare it? Why does the land perish? It is burned up like the wilderness, so that no one passes through.
So Jehovah, the God of Hosts, the Lord, says this: Wailing shall be in all open squares, and they shall say in all the outside places, Alas! Alas! And they shall call the farmer to the mourning, and those knowing wailing to lamentation.