"For a man will grab his brother in his own father's house, and say, "You have a cloak, so you be our leader, and this heap of ruins will be under your rule!'

"How terrible it will be for those who rise at dawn in order to grab a stiff drink, for those who stay up late at night as wine inflames them!

So it will be on the earth and among the nations as when an olive tree is beaten, or as gleanings when the grape harvest has ended."

In little more than a year, you complacent women will shudder; for the grape harvest will fail, and the fruit harvest will not come.

Let's grope along the wall like the blind; let us grope like those who have no eyes. We stumble at midday as if it were twilight, in desolate places like dead people.