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.
If you wait until the wind and the weather are just right, you will never plant anything and never harvest anything.
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.
Also, O Judah, he hath set an harvest for thee, when I returned the captivity of my people.