⁸ Go up to the hills and bring wood and build the house, that ^(A)I may take pleasure in it and that ^(B)I may be glorified, says the Lord. ^9 (C)You looked for much, and behold, it came to little. And when you brought it home, ^(D)I blew it away. Why? declares the Lord of hosts. Because of my house ^(E)that lies in ruins, while each of you busies himself with his own house. ¹⁰ Therefore ^(F)the heavens above you have withheld the dew, and the earth has withheld its produce.