Joy and gladness are taken away from the fruitful field, and in the vineyards no exultation is heard; no shouts are raised; no treader treads out wine in the presses; the vintage shout is hushed.
Woe to him who builds his house by unrighteousness and his upper rooms by injustice, who makes his neighbors work for nothing and does not give them their wages,
Listen! The wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, cry out, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts.