Therefore shall they no more enjoy the corn floors and winepresses, and their sweet wine shall fail them.

Lay to your scythes, for the harvest is ripe. Come, get you down: the winepress is full, yea the winepresses run over, for their wickedness is waxen great.

Mirth and cheer was gone out of the field and vineyards, insomuch that no man was glad nor sung. There went no treader into the winepress, their merry cheer was laid down.

Wherefore then is thy clothing red, and thy raiment like his that treadeth in the winepress?