Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine; wail because of the new wine, for it has been snatched from your lips.
So put on sackcloth, lament and wail, for the fierce anger of the Lord has not turned away from us.
“Son of man, prophesy and say: ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: “ ‘Wail and say, “Alas for that day!”
Despair, you farmers, wail, you vine growers; grieve for the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field is destroyed.
Put on sackcloth, you priests, and mourn; wail, you who minister before the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, you who minister before my God; for the grain offerings and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.
They cast lots for my people and traded boys for prostitutes; they sold girls for wine to drink.
“There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day.
Now listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming on you.