Isaias

9 In mine ears (said) the LORD of Hosts, If there be not many houses desolate, great ones and fair, without inhabitant!

10 Yea, ten acres of vineyard shall yield one bath, and a homer of seed shall yield an ephah.

11 Woe unto them that rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink; that tarry late in the dusk, while wine inflames them!

12 And the harp, and the viol, the tabret, and pipe, and wine, are their banquet; but they regard not the work of the LORD, neither consider the operation of his hands.

13 Therefore my people are gone into captivity, for lack of knowledge: and their glory are men of famine, and their abundance dried up with thirst.