Isaiah 5:8–17

⁸Woe 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. ¹¹Woe 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. ¹⁵And bowed down is the low, and humbled the high, And the eyes of the haughty become low, ¹⁶And Jehovah of Hosts is high in judgment, And the Holy God sanctified in righteousness, ¹⁷And fed have lambs according to their leading, And waste places of the fat ones Do sojourners consume.