He said to them, "The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into his harvest.

But when he came to his senses he said, 'How many of my father's hired workers have food enough to spare, but here I am dying from hunger!

I am no longer worthy to be called your son; treat me like one of your hired workers."'

Now the people were waiting for Zechariah, and they began to wonder why he was delayed in the holy place.

But she was greatly troubled by his words and began to wonder about the meaning of this greeting.

Stay in that same house, eating and drinking what they give you, for the worker deserves his pay. Do not move around from house to house.

So he said to the worker who tended the vineyard, 'For three years now, I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and each time I inspect it I find none. Cut it down! Why should it continue to deplete the soil?'

But the worker answered him, 'Sir, leave it alone this year too, until I dig around it and put fertilizer on it.