Be ashamed,O farmers,Wail,O vinedressers,For the wheatand the barley;Becausethe harvestof the fieldis destroyed.
In the daythat you plant[it] you carefullyfence[it] in, And in the morningyou bringyour seedto blossom;[But] the harvestwill [be] a heapIn a dayof sicklinessand incurablepain.
"JudahmournsAnd her gateslanguish;They siton the groundin mourning,And the cryof Jerusalemhas ascended.
"Cutoffthe sowerfrom BabylonAnd the one who wieldsthe sickleat the timeof harvest;From beforethe swordof the oppressorThey will eachturnbackto his own peopleAnd they will eachfleeto his own land.
Whois the wisemanthat may understandthis?And [who is] he to whomthe mouthof the LORDhas spoken,that he may declareit? Whyis the landruined,laidwastelike a desert,sothat noonepassesthrough?
"Sonof man,prophesyand say,'Thussaysthe LordGOD,"Wail,'Alasfor the day!'
Thereforethussaysthe LORDGodof hosts,the Lord,"There is wailingin allthe plazas,And in allthe streetsthey say,'Alas!Alas!'They also callthe farmerto mourningAnd professionalmournersto lamentation.
and hopedoes not disappoint,becausethe loveof Godhas been pouredout withinour heartsthroughthe HolySpiritwho was givento us.
