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Now the Lord of hosts has this to say:
    Reflect on your way of life.
You have sown much but harvested little;
    you have eaten, but never enough to satisfy you.
You drink, but never enough to cheer you;
    you are clothed, but never experience warmth.
And the one who earns wages
    puts them into a bag with a hole in it.

Therefore, thus says the Lord of hosts:

    Consider carefully how you have fared.
Go up into the hill country,
    collect timber, and build the house
so that I may take pleasure in it
    and manifest my glory,
    says the Lord.
You expected much,
    but it proved to be little.
When you brought in the harvest,
    I blew it away.
And why did I do this?
    asks the Lord of hosts.
Because my house lies in ruins,
    while each of you is concerned
    only about your own house.
10 Therefore, the heavens have withheld their rain
    and the earth has withheld its crops.
11 And I have called for a drought
    to afflict the land and the mountains,
the grain, the new wine, and the oil,
    and everything that the soil produces,
and to afflict, as well, men and animals,
    and all the products of their labor.

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