Wake up, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it has been cut off from your mouth.
Come now, you who are rich, weep and wail over the misery to come upon you.
But watch yourselves, or your hearts will be weighed down by dissipation, drunkenness, and the worries of life—and that
In a little more than a year you will tremble, O secure ones. For the grape harvest will fail and the fruit harvest will
The new wine dries up, the vine withers. All the merrymakers now groan.
They cast lots for My people; they bartered a boy for a prostitute and sold a girl for wine to drink.
You dismiss the day of calamity and bring near a reign of violence.
So put on sackcloth, mourn and wail, for the fierce anger of the LORD has not turned away from us.”
Now there was a rich man dressed in purple and fine linen, who lived each day in joyous splendor.
In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham from afar, with Lazarus by his side.
“Son of man, prophesy and declare that this is what the Lord GOD says: Wail, ‘Alas for that day!’
Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, O ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, O ministers
And do this, understanding the occasion. The hour has come for you to wake up from your slumber, for our salvation is ne
Be dismayed, O farmers, wail, O vinedressers, over the wheat and barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.