8 Woe unto those that join house to house, that lay field to field, until they have done away with the borders! Will ye dwell alone in the midst of the earth?
9 In my ears, the Lord of the hosts said, Of a truth many houses shall be desolate, even great and fair, without inhabitant.
10 For ten acres of vineyard shall yield one bath, and the seed of an homer shall yield an ephah.
11 Woe unto them that rise up early in the morning that they may continue their drunkenness; that continue until night until wine inflames them!
12 And the harp and the viol, the tambourine and flutes and wine are in their feasts; but they do not regard the work of the Lord, nor consider the work of his hands.
13 Therefore my people are gone into captivity because they have no knowledge; their glory died of hunger, and their multitude dried up of thirst.
14 Therefore Sheol has enlarged himself and opened his mouth without measure; and their glory, and their multitude descended into it and their pomp and he that rejoiced in him.