8. Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay field to field, till there be no room, and ye be made to dwell alone in the midst of the land!
9. In mine ears saith the Lord of hosts, Of a truth many houses shall be desolate, even great and fair, without inhabitant.
10. For ten acres of vineyard shall yield one bath, and a homer of seed shall yield but an ephah.