11 though on the day you set them out, you make them grow,

and on the morning when you plant them, you bring them to bud,

yet the harvest will be as nothing

in the day of disease and incurable pain.

11 In the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow,

And in the morning shalt thou make thy seed to flourish:

But the harvest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.

11 They may sprout on the day you set them out;

yes, they may blossom on the very morning you plant them,

but you will never pick any grapes from them.

Your only harvest will be a load of grief and unrelieved pain.

11 In the day you will make your plant to grow,

And in the morning you will make your seed to flourish;

But the harvest will be a heap of ruins

In the day of grief and desperate sorrow.

11 You plant your grapevines one day and try to make them grow,

and the next day you make them blossom.

But at harvest time everything will be dead;

a sickness will kill all the plants.

11 In the day of thy planting thou hedgest it in, and in the morning thou makest thy seed to blossom; but the harvest fleeth away in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.

11 in the day of thy planting wilt thou make them to grow, and on the morrow wilt thou make thy seed to flourish; but the harvest will flee in the day of taking possession, and the sorrow will be incurable.

11 On the day you plant, you will make it grow. 

On the morning you set out the seedling, you will make it sprout. 

But the harvest will become a ⸤rotting⸥ pile

on a day of grief and incurable pain. 

11 On the day that you plant,

you will help them to grow,

and in the morning

you will help your seed to sprout,

but the harvest will vanish

on the day of disease and incurable pain.

11 though you make them grow on the day that you plant them,

and make them blossom in the morning that you sow;

yet the harvest will flee away

in a day of grief and incurable pain.

11 On your planting day you make them grow,

and in the morning of your sowing you bring them into bloom,

yet the harvest will flee in a day of sickness and incurable pain.

11 The plants might start to grow on the day you set them out.

The vines might begin to bud on the morning you plant them.

But even if they do, there won’t be any harvest.

Instead, there will be sickness and pain that won’t go away.

11 In the day that you plant it you carefully fence it in,

And in the morning you bring your seed to blossom;

But the harvest will be a heap

In a day of sickliness and incurable pain.