“If thieves came to you, if robbers by night—oh, how you will be ruined—would they not steal only what they wanted? If grape gatherers came to you, would they not leave some gleanings?
If grape gatherers came to you, would they not leave some gleanings? Were thieves to come in the night, would they not s
When you gather the grapes of your vineyard, you must not go over the vines again. What remains will be for the foreigne
Yet gleanings will remain, like an olive tree that has been beaten—two or three berries atop the tree, four or five on i
“Your glory, O Israel, lies slain on your heights. How the mighty have fallen!
How lonely lies the city, once so full of people! She who was great among the nations has become a widow. The princess o
Woe is me! For I am like one gathering summer fruit at the gleaning of the vineyard; there is no cluster to eat, no earl
How you have fallen from heaven, O day star, son of the dawn! You have been cut down to the ground, O destroyer of natio
How the hammer of the whole earth lies broken and shattered! What a horror Babylon has become among the nations!
This carefree city that dwells securely, that thinks to herself: “I am it, and there is none besides me,” what a ruin sh
So will it be on the earth and among the nations, like a harvested olive tree, like a gleaning after a grape harvest.
In fear of her torment, they will stand at a distance and cry out: “Woe, woe to the great city, the mighty city of Babyl