אֹסֶף

Many days and years shall ye be troubled, ye careless women: for the vintage shall fail, the gathering shall not come.

And your spoil shall be gathered like the gathering of the caterpiller: as the running to and fro of locusts shall he run upon them.

Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.