Awaken, drunkards, and weep! Wail, all wine-drinkers, because the sweet wine has been cut off from your lips.
For this gird yourself with sackcloth, lament and howl. For the fierce anger of the Lord is not turned back from us.
Son of man, prophesy and say, Thus says the Lord God: Howl, “Woe to the day!”
Despair, fieldworkers; wail, vinedressers, for the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.
Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, ministers of my God, because the grain offering and the drink offering are withheld from the house of your God.
They have cast lots for My people, and have traded a boy for a prostitute; they have sold a girl for wine, that they might drink.
“There was a rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously every day.
Come now, you rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.