"Harvestis past,summeris ended,And we are not saved."
He who gathersin summeris a sonwho actswisely,[But] he who sleepsin harvestis a sonwho actsshamefully.
Behold,listen!The cryof the daughterof my peoplefrom a distantland:"Is the LORDnot in Zion?Is her Kingnot within her?" "Whyhave they provokedMe with their gravenimages,with foreignidols?"
For the brokennessof the daughterof my peopleI am broken;I mourn,dismayhas takenholdof me.
"Oncethe head of the housegetsup and shutsthe door,and you beginto standoutsideand knockon the door,saying,Lord,openup to us!' thenHe will answerand sayto you, 'I do not knowwhereyou are from.'
and they will level you to the groundand your childrenwithinyou, and they will not leavein you one stoneupon another,becauseyou did not recognizethe timeof your visitation."
