Put ye in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe: come, get you down; for the press is full, the fats overflow; for their wickedness is great.
Be ye ashamed, O ye husbandmen; howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field is perished.
Also, O Judah, he hath set an harvest for thee, when I returned the captivity of my people.
If you wait until the wind and the weather are just right, you will never plant anything and never harvest anything.