Let our garners be full, furnishing every kind of produce,
And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

But those who garner it will eat it and praise the Lord;
And those who gather it will drink it in the courts of My sanctuary.

Rotted hath the seed, under their clods, Laid waste are their stores, Thrown down are the garners, - Yea abashed is the corn.