For ten acres of vineyard shall yield one bath, and a homer of seed shall yield (but) an ephah.
And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither joyful noise: no treader shall tread out wine in the presses; I have made the (vintage) shout to cease.
The vine is withered, and the fig-tree languisheth; the pomegranate-tree, the palm-tree also, and the apple-tree, even all the trees of the field are withered: for joy is withered away from the sons of men.
Through all that time, when one came to a heap of twenty (measures), there were but ten; when one came to the winevat to draw out fifty (vessels), there were but twenty.