There will be noworkfor EgyptWhich[its] heador tail,[its] palmbranchor bulrush,may do.
Whenyou shall eatof the fruitof your hands,You will be happyand it will be wellwith you.
In alllaborthere is profit,But meretalk[leads] onlyto poverty.
Yet the peopledo not turnbackto Him who struckthem, Nordo they seekthe LORDof hosts.
Thoughthe figtreeshould not blossomAnd therebe nofruiton the vines,[Though] the yieldof the oliveshould failAnd the fieldsproducenofood,Though the flockshould be cutofffrom the foldAnd therebe nocattlein the stalls,
"I calledfor a droughton the land,on the mountains,on the grain,on the newwine,on the oil,on whatthe groundproduces,on men,on cattle,and on allthe laborof your hands."
