Awake, drunkards, and weep; And wail, all you wine drinkers, On account of the sweet wine That is cut off from your mouth.
“For this, I gird myself with sackcloth, Lament and wail; For the burning anger of Yahweh Has not turned back from us.”
“Son of man, prophesy and say, ‘Thus says Lord Yahweh, “Wail, ‘Alas for the day!’
Be ashamed, O farmers, Wail, O vinedressers, For the wheat and the barley, Because the harvest of the field perishes.
¶Gird yourselves with sackcloth And lament, O priests; Wail, O ministers of the altar! Come, spend the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God; For the grain offering and the drink offering Are withheld from the house of your God.
“They have also cast lots for My people, Traded a boy for a harlot, And sold a girl for wine that they may drink.
“Now there was a rich man, and he habitually dressed in purple and fine linen, joyously living in splendor every day.
Come now, you rich, cry, howling over your miseries which are coming upon you.