“The Day is coming when Jacob’s robust splendor goes paleand his well-fed body turns skinny.The country will be left empty, picked cleanas a field harvested by field hands.She’ll be like a few stalks of barley left standingin the lush Valley of Rephaim after harvest,Or like the couple of ripe olives overlookedin the top of the olive tree,Or the four or five applesthat the pickers couldn’t reach in the orchard.”Decree of the God of Israel.