Wake up, you drunkards, and weep, and wail, all you wine drinkers, over the sweet wine, for it is cut off from your mouth.
Come now, you rich people, weep and wail for the miseries that are coming to you.
“There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day.
and cast lots for my people and traded boys for prostitutes and sold girls for wine and drunk it down.
Put on sackcloth and lament, you priests; wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, pass the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God! Grain offering and drink offering are withheld from the house of your God.
Be dismayed, you farmers; wail, you vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley, for the crops of the field are ruined.
Mortal, prophesy, and say: Thus says the Lord God: Wail, “Alas for the day!”
Because of this put on sackcloth, lament and wail: “The fierce anger of the Lord has not turned away from us.”