ignored by the harvester, despised by the binder.

收割的不够一把，捆禾的也不满怀。

收割的不够用手抓一把，捆禾的也不够抱满怀。

收割的不够用手抓一把，捆禾的也不够抱满怀。

割下来不满一把，扎起来不足一捆。

收割的不够一把，捆禾的不够满怀。

收割的填不满自己的手，捆禾的填不满自己的怀；

收割的不夠一把，捆禾的也不滿懷。

收割的不夠用手抓一把，捆禾的也不夠抱滿懷。

收割的不夠用手抓一把，捆禾的也不夠抱滿懷。

割下來不滿一把，紮起來不足一捆。

收割的不夠一把，捆禾的不夠滿懷。

收割的不夠一把，捆禾的不夠滿懷；

收割的填不滿自己的手，捆禾的填不滿自己的懷；

收穫者不盈其握、束禾者不滿其懷、

無人刈之而盈掬、無人束之而滿懷兮、

芟之者不能盈把、束之者不能滿懷、

采之不盈掬。束之不盈袂。

a reaper cannot fill his hands with it, nor one who gathers fill his arms.

There isn’t enough of it to fill a person’s hand. There isn’t enough to tie up and carry away.

with which the reaper does not fill his hand nor the binder of sheaves his arms,

and can’t even fill the hands of the reaper or the arms of the one who binds sheaves.

With which the harvester does not fill his hand, Or the binder of sheaves his arms;

With which the reaper does not fill his hand, Nor he who binds sheaves, his arms.

Wherewith the reaper filleth not his hand, Nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom:

and can’t even fill the hands of the reaper or the arms of the one who binds sheaves.

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

which cannot fill the reaper’s hand, or the lap of the one who gathers the grain!

with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

Those who live only to satisfy their own sinful nature will harvest decay and death from that sinful nature. But those who live to please the Spirit will harvest everlasting life from the Spirit.

They weep as they go to plant their seed, but they sing as they return with the harvest.

Why? Because you have turned from the God who can save you. You have forgotten the Rock who can hide you. So you may plant the finest grapevines and import the most expensive seedlings.They may sprout on the day you set them out; yes, they may blossom on the very morning you plant them, but you will never pick any grapes from them. Your only harvest will be a load of grief and unrelieved pain.

“ They have planted the wind and will harvest the whirlwind. The stalks of grain wither and produce nothing to eat. And even if there is any grain, foreigners will eat it.