Isaias

8 Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay field to field, till there is no room, and ye are made to dwell alone in the midst of the earth!

9 In mine ears (said) the LORD of Hosts, If there be not many houses desolate, great ones and fair, without inhabitant!

10 Yea, ten acres of vineyard shall yield one bath, and a homer of seed shall yield an ephah.

11 Woe unto them that rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink; that tarry late in the dusk, while wine inflames them!