When our garners are full, affording all manner of store, And our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

The seeds rot under their clods; the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the grain is withered.

whose fan is in his hand, and he will thoroughly cleanse his threshing-floor; and he will gather his wheat into the garner, but the chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire.

whose fan is in his hand, thoroughly to cleanse his threshing-floor, and to gather the wheat into his garner; but the chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire.