11 In the day you may carefully fence about the plantation of yours, and in the morning you may cause the seed of yours to sprout, [but] the harvest will certainly flee in the day of the disease* and incurable pain.+

7 “For it is wind* that they keep sowing, and a storm wind is what they will reap.+ Nothing has standing grain.+ No sprout produces flour.+ Should any perhaps produce [it], strangers themselves will swallow it down.+