8Wo [to] those joining house to house, Field to field they bring near, till there is no place, And ye have been settled by yourselves In the midst of the land!
9By the weapons of Jehovah of Hosts Do not many houses a desolation become? Great and good without inhabitant!
10For ten acres of vineyard do yield one bath, And an homer of seed yieldeth an ephah.
11Wo [to] those rising early in the morning, Strong drink they pursue! Tarrying in twilight, wine inflameth them!
12And harp, and psaltery, tabret, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And the work of Jehovah they behold not, Yea, the work of His hands they have not seen.
13Therefore my people removed without knowledge, And its honourable ones are famished, And its multitude dried up of thirst.
14Therefore hath Sheol enlarged herself, And hath opened her mouth without limit. And gone down hath its honour, and its multitude, And its noise, and its exulting one -- into her.
