²⁰ And ^(A)your strength shall be spent in vain, for ^(B)your land shall not yield its increase, and the trees of the land shall not yield their fruit.

Unless the Lord Builds the House

A Song of ^(A)Ascents. Of Solomon.

¹⁷ then ^(A)the anger of the Lord will be kindled against you, and he ^(B)will shut up the heavens, so that there will be no rain, and the land will yield no fruit, and ^(C)you will perish quickly off the good land that the Lord is giving you.

⁴ then ^(A)I will give you your rains in their season, and the land shall yield its increase, and the trees of the field shall yield their fruit.

¹¹ I am afraid ^(A)I may have labored over you in vain.

^6 (A)I planted, ^(B)Apollos watered, ^(C)but God gave the growth.

¹⁶ how did you fare? ^(A)When^[a] one came to a heap of twenty measures, there were but ten. When one came to the wine vat to draw fifty measures, there were but twenty.

^9 (A)You looked for much, and behold, it came to little. And when you brought it home, ^(B)I blew it away. Why? declares the Lord of hosts. Because of my house ^(C)that lies in ruins, while each of you busies himself with his own house. ¹⁰ Therefore ^(D)the heavens above you have withheld the dew, and the earth has withheld its produce. ¹¹ And ^(E)I have called for a drought on the land and the hills, on ^(F)the grain, the new wine, the oil, on what the ground brings forth, on man and beast, and ^(G)on all their labors.”