Job 24:11
They make oil within the walls of these men. They tread wine presses, and suffer thirst.
They make oil within the walls of these men. They tread wine presses, and suffer thirst.
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12 From out of the populous city, men groan. The soul of the wounded cries out, yet God doesn't regard the folly.
10 So that they go around naked without clothing. Being hungry, they carry the sheaves.
9 They will not drink wine with a song. Strong drink will be bitter to those who drink it.
10 The confused city is broken down. Every house is shut up, that no man may come in.
11 There is a crying in the streets because of the wine. All joy is darkened. The mirth of the land is gone.
12 The city is left in desolation, and the gate is struck with destruction.
13 For it will be so in the midst of the earth among the peoples, as the shaking of an olive tree, as the gleanings when the vintage is done.
7 The new wine mourns. The vine languishes. All the merry-hearted sigh.
4 They turn the needy out of the way. The poor of the earth all hide themselves.
5 Behold, as wild donkeys in the desert, they go forth to their work, seeking diligently for food. The wilderness yields them bread for their children.
6 They cut their provender in the field. They glean the vineyard of the wicked.
7 They lie all night naked without clothing, and have no covering in the cold.
11 Forasmuch therefore as you trample on the poor, and take taxes from him of wheat: You have built houses of cut stone, but you will not dwell in them. You have planted pleasant vineyards, but you shall not drink their wine.
10 The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
11 Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers; for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
12 The vine has dried up, and the fig tree withered; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all of the trees of the field are withered; for joy has withered away from the sons of men.
15 You will sow, but won't reap. You will tread the olives, but won't anoint yourself with oil; and crush grapes, but won't drink the wine.
12 Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.
17 that they may want bread and water, and be dismayed one with another, and pine away in their iniquity.
10 Gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there will be no singing, neither joyful noise. Nobody will tread out wine in the presses. I have made the shouting stop.
13 Their wealth will become a spoil, and their houses a desolation. Yes, they will build houses, but won't inhabit them. They will plant vineyards, but won't drink their wine.
17 For they eat the bread of wickedness, and drink the wine of violence.
25 They grope in the dark without light. He makes them stagger like a drunken man.
2 The threshing floor and the winepress won't feed them, and the new wine will fail her.
12 They shall come and sing in the height of Zion, and shall flow to the goodness of Yahweh, to the grain, and to the new wine, and to the oil, and to the young of the flock and of the herd: and their soul shall be as a watered garden; and they shall not sorrow any more at all.
21 They will pass through it, very distressed and hungry; and it will happen that when they are hungry, they will worry, and curse by their king and by their God. They will turn their faces upward,
10 Therefore their people return to them, and they drink up waters of abundance.
14 They haven't cried to me with their heart, but they howl on their beds. They assemble themselves for grain and new wine. They turn away from me.
18 "They are foam on the surface of the waters. Their portion is cursed in the earth. They don't turn into the way of the vineyards.
11 Woe to those who rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink; who stay late into the night, until wine inflames them!
5 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
6 who drink wine in bowls, and anoint themselves with the best oils; but they are not grieved for the affliction of Joseph.
32 For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, of the fields of Gomorrah. Their grapes are grapes of gall, Their clusters are bitter.
12 They tell their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.
7 You haven't given water to the weary to drink, and you have withheld bread from the hungry.
30 Those who stay long at the wine; those who go to seek out mixed wine.
30 and shall cause their voice to be heard over you, and shall cry bitterly, and shall cast up dust on their heads, they shall wallow themselves in the ashes:
13 In that day the beautiful virgins and the young men will faint for thirst.
10 For entangled like thorns, and drunken as with their drink, they are consumed utterly like dry stubble.
3 Their nobles send their little ones to the waters: they come to the cisterns, and find no water; they return with their vessels empty; they are disappointed and confounded, and cover their heads.
24 The threshing floors will be full of wheat, and the vats will overflow with new wine and oil.
17 The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.
13 Therefore my people go into captivity for lack of knowledge. Their honorable men are famished, and their multitudes are parched with thirst.
5 Hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted in them.
4 We have drunken our water for money; Our wood is sold to us.
10 Day and night they prowl around on its walls. Malice and abuse are also within her.
21 Therefore hear now this, you afflicted, and drunken, but not with wine:
14 They brought water to him who was thirsty. The inhabitants of the land of Tema met the fugitives with their bread.
22 Your silver has become dross, your wine mixed with water.
12 They shall make a spoil of your riches, and make a prey of your merchandise; and they shall break down your walls, and destroy your pleasant houses; and they shall lay your stones and your timber and your dust in the midst of the waters.