8 Woe to those who join house to house,

who add field to field,

until there is no more room,

and you are made to dwell alone

in the midst of the land.

9 The Lord of hosts has sworn in my hearing:

“Surely many houses shall be desolate,

large and beautiful houses, without inhabitant.

10 For ten acres of vineyard shall yield but one bath,

and a homer of seed shall yield but an ephah.”

11 Woe to those who rise early in the morning,

that they may run after strong drink,

who tarry late into the evening

till wine inflames them!

12 They have lyre and harp,

timbrel and flute and wine at their feasts;

but they do not regard the deeds of the Lord,

or see the work of his hands.

13 Therefore my people go into exile for want of knowledge;

their honored men are dying of hunger,

and their multitude is parched with thirst.