Awake, drunkards, and weep. And wail, all wine drinkers, over the grape must, for it is cut off from your mouth.
Put on sackcloth for this, wail and howl. For the the anger of Jehovah has not turned back from us.
Son of man, prophesy and say, So says the Lord Jehovah: Howl, Alas for the day!
Be withered, farmers, howl, vine-dressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field has perished.
Gird up and lament, priests. Howl, ministers of the altar. Come, pass the night in sackcloth, ministers of my God. For the food offering and the drink offering are held back from the house of your God.
And they have cast lots for My people. And they have given a boy for a prostitute and sold a girl for wine, and they drank.
And a certain man was rich; and dressed in a purple robe and fine linen, being merry living luxuriously according to a day.
Come now, rich ones, weep, howling over your miseries, the ones coming upon you.