The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.

And he said, This will I do: I will pull down my barns, and build greater; and there will I bestow all my fruits and my goods.

Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine.