Gladness and joy are taken away from the fruitful field;In the vineyards also there will be no cries of joy or jubilant shouting,No treader treads out wine in the presses,For I have made the shouting to cease.

“Behold, days are coming,” declares the Lord,“When the plowman will overtake the reaperAnd the treader of grapes him who sows seed;When the mountains will drip sweet wineAnd all the hills will be dissolved.