But, against my people, as an enemy, he setteth himself, from off the robe, they tear away, the cloak, - from such as are passing by with confidence, as men averse from war.

Thou, shalt sow, but shalt not reap, - thou, shalt tread the olive, but shalt not anoint thee with oil, also the grape, but shalt not drink the wine.

Alas for me! for I am become as gatherings of summer fruit, as gleaning-grapes in harvest, there is no cluster to eat, the first ripe fruit, my soul, craved.