Ration, oh ration, what are you disguising? Look, in a big famine you come to initiate man. So, just give me half an orange and a piece of pumpkin because there are no fertile or green orchards and fields on earth anymore.  

There is nothing left on which man can recon or boast about. So, wherever I may go, or whatever I may do, I urgently want to reconcile with my Elohim.

Ration oh ration, what are you going to do? Look, man is standing stripped and naked, without clothes or shoes. So multitudes, billions, die in famine and poverty.

So, just give me an old wilted lemon and a half-decayed watermelon, because there are no orchards or vines on earth that are fertile or green anymore.