⁷ The new wine mourns;^(A)
the vine withers.
All the carousers now groan.

¹¹ Therefore, because you trample on the poor^(A)
and exact a grain tax from him,
you will never live in the houses of cut stone^(B)
you have built;
you will never drink the wine
from the lush vineyards
you have planted.^(C)

¹⁷ There will be wailing in all the vineyards,^(A)
for I will pass among you.^(B)
The Lord has spoken.