Return, ye backsliding children, I will heal your backslidings. Behold, we are come unto thee; for thou art Jehovah our God.
For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind: he hath no standing grain; the blade shall yield no meal; if so be it yield, strangers shall swallow it up.
The threshing-floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail her.
The field is laid waste, the land mourneth; for the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.
But when he came to himself he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perished here with hunger!
I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight: