¹¹ though on the day you set them out, you make them grow,
    and on the morning^(A) when you plant them, you bring them to bud,
yet the harvest^(B) will be as nothing^(C)
    in the day of disease and incurable^(D) pain.^(E)

“Daughter Babylon^(A) is like a threshing floor^(B)
    at the time it is trampled;
    the time to harvest^(C) her will soon come.^(D)”

¹³ Swing the sickle,^(A)
    for the harvest^(B) is ripe.
Come, trample the grapes,^(C)
    for the winepress^(D) is full
    and the vats overflow—
so great is their wickedness!”