Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
Be confounded, O ye husbandmen. Wail, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley, for the harvest of the field is perished.
Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus says lord LORD: Wail ye, Alas for the day!
Go now, ye rich, weep, howling for your miseries that are approaching.
For ye shall be troubled days beyond a year, ye careless women. For the vintage shall fail; the ingathering shall not come.
Now there was a certain rich man, and he was clothed in purple and fine linen, faring sumptuously daily.