¹⁵ Thou -- thou sowest, and thou dost not reap, Thou -- thou treadest the olive, And thou pourest not out oil, And new wine -- and thou drinkest not wine.

¹³ And their wealth hath been for a spoil, And their houses for desolation, And they have built houses, and do not inhabit, And they have planted vineyards, And they do not drink their wine.

¹³ They sowed wheat, and have thorns reaped, They have become sick -- they profit not, And they have been ashamed of your increases, Because of the fierceness of the anger of Jehovah.

¹¹ Therefore, because of your trampling on the poor, And the tribute of corn ye take from him, Houses of hewn work ye have built, And ye do not dwell in them, Desirable vineyards ye have planted, And ye do not drink their wine.

²⁰ and consumed hath been your strength in vain, and your land doth not give her produce, and the tree of the land doth not give its fruit.

³⁸ `Much seed thou dost take out into the field, and little thou dost gather in, for the locust doth consume it;

³⁹ vineyards thou dost plant, and hast laboured, and wine thou dost not drink nor gather, for the worm doth consume it;

⁴⁰ olives are to thee in all thy border, and oil thou dost not pour out, for thine olive doth fall off.

⁶ Ye have sown much, and brought in little, To eat, and not to satiety, To drink, and not to drunkenness, To clothe, and none hath heat, And he who is hiring himself out, Is hiring himself for a bag pierced through.

⁸ Sworn hath Jehovah by His right hand, Even by the arm of His strength: `I give not thy corn any more `as' food for thine enemies, Nor do sons of a stranger drink thy new wine, For which thou hast laboured.

⁹ For, those gathering it do eat it, and have praised Jehovah, And those collecting it do drink it in My holy courts.'

²¹ And they have built houses, and inhabited, And planted vineyards, and eaten their fruit.

²² They do not build, and another inhabit, They do not plant, and another eat, For as the days of a tree `are' the days of My people, And the work of their hands wear out do My chosen ones.

¹⁰ Spoiled is the field, mourned hath the ground, For spoiled is the corn, Dried up hath been new wine, languish doth oil.

¹¹ Be ashamed, ye husbandmen, Howl, vine-dressers, for wheat and for barley, For perished hath the harvest of the field.

¹² The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy from the sons of men.