Great will be the day of hunger, which is awaiting the whole world.

Nowhere will there be a child that laughs exuberantly.

Hungry, many will long for bread from heaven.

With sadness the angelic host will look at man, languishing deeply in misery and despair.

 

Great will be man’s hunger and distress,

in a vapour of filth a dignified human will scratch around for a piece of bread.

Aimlessly many will wander around and nowhere will there be a bit of hope.

Nobody will be able to buy something with money, and everyone will be stripped of all dignity.

In a dark and ominous night, Satan will laugh out loud at mankind.

Haughtily he will observe them from head to toe, while he mockingly asks about their earthly splendour.

Satisfied he will look at his good hunt, many a soul will languish under his dark power.

 

Frantically the dealer will still want to buy and sell.

There is nothing that will ever compel him to wisdom.

Everywhere where hunger wanders together with death,

there the dealer will still try to sell his soul for the last time.