¹⁰ The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.

³⁵ Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.

³⁹ And Gideon said unto God, Let not thine anger be hot against me, and I will speak but this once: let me prove, I pray thee, but this once with the fleece; let it now be dry only upon the fleece, and upon all the ground let there be dew.

¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

⁵ Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.

⁶ O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

²⁰ My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.

²¹ Let integrity and uprightness preserve me; for I wait on thee.

²³ Much food is in the tillage of the poor: but there is that is destroyed for want of judgment.

⁴¹ Not to all the people, but unto witnesses chosen before God, even to us, who did eat and drink with him after he rose from the dead.