Below his roots dry up, and his branches wither above.

yet it prepares its food in the summer; it gathers at the harvest what it will eat.

“‘When you gather in the harvest of your land, you must not completely harvest the corner of your field, and you must not gather up the gleanings of your harvest.

So Ruth worked beside Boaz’s female servants, gathering grain until the end of the barley harvest as well as the wheat harvest. After that she stayed home with her mother-in-law.

at the scent of water it will flourish and put forth shoots like a new plant.

My roots reach the water, and the dew lies on my branches all night long.

Its branches reached the Mediterranean Sea, and its shoots the Euphrates River.

The one who gathers crops in the summer is a wise son, but the one who sleeps during the harvest is a son who brings shame to himself.

The sluggard will not plow during the planting season, so at harvest time he looks for the crop but has nothing.

“They cry, ‘Harvest time has come and gone, and the summer is over, and still we have not been delivered.’

I have appointed a time to reap judgment for you also, O Judah!Whenever I want to restore the fortunes of my people,

“On six days you may labor, but on the seventh day you must rest; even at the time of plowing and of harvest you are to rest.

“You must observe the Feast of Weeks – the firstfruits of the harvest of wheat – and the Feast of Ingathering at the end of the year.

The hungry eat up his harvest, and take it even from behind the thorns, and the thirsty swallow up their fortune.

Like the cold of snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to those who send him, for he refreshes the heart of his masters.

Like snow in summer or rain in harvest, so honor is not fitting for a fool.

It will be as when one gathers the grain harvest, and his hand gleans the ear of grain. It will be like one gathering the ears of grain in the Valley of Rephaim.

The day you begin cultivating, you do what you can to make it grow; the morning you begin planting, you do what you can to make it sprout. Yet the harvest will disappear in the day of disease and incurable pain.

the deep waters! Grain from the Shihor region, crops grown near the Nile she receives; she is the trade center of the nations.

Be distressed, farmers; wail, vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley. For the harvest of the field has perished.