9. In my hearing the Lord of hosts has sworn:Many houses shall be in ruins,houses large and fine, with nobody living there.
10. Ten acres of vineyardshall yield but one bath,And a homer of seedshall yield but an ephah.
11. Ah! Those who rise early in the morningin pursuit of strong drink,lingering lateinflamed by wine,
12. Banqueting on wine with harp and lyre,timbrel and flute,But the deed of the Lord they do not regard,the work of his hands they do not see!
13. Therefore my people go into exilefor lack of understanding,Its nobles starving,its masses parched with thirst.
14. Therefore Sheol enlarges its throatand opens its mouth beyond measure;Down into it go nobility and masses,tumult and revelry.