Wake up, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you wine drinkers, Over the new wine, taken away from your mouths.
So put on sackcloth, mourn and wail: “The blazing anger of the Lord has not turned away from us.”
Son of man, prophesy and say: Thus says the Lord God: Wail: “Alas the day!”
Be appalled, you farmers! wail, you vinedressers, Over the wheat and the barley, because the harvest in the field is ruined.
Gird yourselves and lament, you priests! wail, ministers of the altar! Come, spend the night in sackcloth, ministers of my God! For the grain offering and the libation are withheld from the house of your God.
I will set signs in the heavens and on the earth, blood, fire, and columns of smoke;
“There was a rich man who dressed in purple garments and fine linen and dined sumptuously each day.
Come now, you rich, weep and wail over your impending miseries.