Wake up, you drunkards, and weep. And wail, all you drinkers of wine, on account of the new wine, for it has been cut off from your mouth.
“For this, gird yourself with sackcloth, lament and wail. For the burning displeasure of יהוה has not turned back from us.
“Son of man, prophesy and say, ‘Thus said the Master יהוה, “Howl, ‘Woe to the day!’
The farmers are ashamed, the vinedressers wail over the wheat and over the barley, for the harvest of the field is destroyed.
Gird yourselves and lament, you priests. Wail, you attendants of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you attendants of my Elohim. For the grain offering and the drink offering are withheld from the house of your Elohim.
“And they have cast lots for My people, and have given a young man for a whore, and sold a girl for wine, and drank it.
“But there was a certain rich man who used to dress in purple and fine linen and lived luxuriously every day.
Come now, rich ones, weep, crying aloud over the hardships coming upon you!