Draw me; we will run after You. The King has brought me into His chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in You; we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright ones love You.
You have not multiplied the nation; You have not increased the joy. They rejoice before You as in the joy of harvest, as men shout when they divide the plunder.
And joy and gladness is taken from the fruitful field, and from the land of Moab, and I have caused wine to cease from the wine-presses. None shall tread the grapes with shouting; their shouting shall be no shouting.
And yet He did not leave Himself without witness, doing good, giving rain and fruitful seasons to us from heaven, filling our hearts with food and gladness.
And they went out into the fields and gathered their vineyards, and trod out, and made a festival, and went into the house of their god and ate and drank, and cursed Abimelech.