[HeavensOnFire]

Woe, Unto Theme That Join House To House, That Lay Field To Filed Till There Be No Place, That They May Be Placed Alone In The Midst Of The Earth, In Mine Ears Said The Lord Of Hosts Of A Truth Many Houses Shall Be Desolate Even Great And Fair Without Inhabitant, Yea Ten Acres Of Vinyard Shall Yield One Bath, And The Seed Of A Homer Shall Yield An Ephan Woe Unto Theme That Rise Up Early In The Morning And That They Follow Strong Drink, That Countinue Into Night Till Wine Inflame Theme, And The Harp And The Viol The Tabret And Wine Are In Their Feass But They Regared Not The Work Of The Lord Neither Consider The Oparation Of His Precious Hands, Therefore My People Are Gone Into Captivtiy Because They Have No Knowlege And Their Men Of Honour Are Hungerd And Dried Up With Thirst