with which reapers do not fill their hands or binders of sheaves their arms,
Those who go out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, carrying their sheaves.
For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. The standing grain has no heads; it shall yield no meal; if it were to yield, foreigners would devour it.
If you sow to your own flesh, you will reap corruption from the flesh, but if you sow to the Spirit, you will reap eternal life from the Spirit.