Give me a liter of oil and a kilogram of flour and also give me a little bit of wine and water for the thirsty throat. Look, the freshwater source is sealed and there is no grape harvest left in the world arbor also. The last remnant of the holy nation is not divided into two, but into twelve groups. Yes, with Edom now desperately attempting to steal the firstborn right of Jacob.

Give us just a little bit of oil and a little bit of flour. Look, soon nobody will farm commercially anymore. So, of what use are all the useless prayers in the religion ritual because there is also no accrual in the flocks. Even the animal kingdom does not want to procreate anymore. Governments promise that with rationing, everything will be divided fairly. So says the thief, with his servant, the taxman, who only robbed everyone.

Oh just give us a little bit of oil and a handful of flour because God’s Mercy is only sealed in the widow-right. A chosen nation lies crushed, there is nothing useful or whole anymore. So gather oh prophet, the potsherds. A small part thereof is sealed indeed. Look, the shards are divided into twelve and the New City of Jerusalem is healed.

Give me Oh God just a small jar of oil and a moderate measure of flour. The big harvest lies withered and yellow and the Pope gazes over Christianity and his eyes are dead and cross-eyed. England is covertly dealing with China and there is no Mercy left that can check God’s anger over Edom. A Big Angel blows on His horn and look, a scale falls over Britain and she entirely becomes the loot of the Oriental.

So just give me an old fashion point of oil and a pound of flour because the last harvest will soon be divided unfairly. Yes, give me a small bag of wine, a bottle of oil with a handful of flour. All the food of the earth is damaged and the last bit is stolen. Yes, just give us a jar full of oil and a moderate measure of flour. Look, the Great Mercy has already sealed Elohim’s children with the mark of their El on their foreheads.