Awake, drunkards, and weep; And wail, all you wine drinkers, On account of the sweet wine That is cut off from your mouth.
The new wine mourns, The vine decays, All the merry-hearted sigh.
Within a year and a few days You will be troubled, O complacent daughters; For the vintage is ended, And the fruit gathering will not come.
“For this, put on sackcloth, Lament and wail; For the fierce anger of the Lord Has not turned back from us.”
“Son of man, prophesy and say, ‘Thus says the Lord God, “ Wail, ‘Alas for the day!’
Be ashamed, O farmers, Wail, O vinedressers, For the wheat and the barley; Because the harvest of the field is destroyed.
Gird yourselves with sackcloth And lament, O priests; Wail, O ministers of the altar! Come, spend the night in sackcloth O ministers of my God, For the grain offering and the drink offering Are withheld from the house of your God.
“They have also cast lots for My people, Traded a boy for a harlot And sold a girl for wine that they may drink.
Do you put off the day of calamity, And would you bring near the seat of violence?
“Now there was a rich man, and he habitually dressed in purple and fine linen, joyously living in splendor every day.
In Hades he lifted up his eyes, being in torment, and *saw Abraham far away and Lazarus in his bosom.
“ Be on guard, so that your hearts will not be weighted down with dissipation and drunkenness and the worries of life, and that day will not come on you suddenly like a trap;
Do this, knowing the time, that it is already the hour for you to awaken from sleep; for now salvation is nearer to us than when we believed.
Come now, you rich, weep and howl for your miseries which are coming upon you.