When you hoped for a twenty-bushel crop, you harvested only ten. When you expected to draw fifty gallons from the winepress, you found only twenty. I sent blight and mildew and hail to destroy everything you worked so hard to produce. Even so, you refused to return to me, says the Lord. - Haggai 2:16-17 NLT

“You expected much, but then it amounted to little. When you brought the harvest to your house, I ruined it. Why? ” This is the declaration of the Lord of Hosts. “Because My house still lies in ruins, while each of you is busy with his own house. - Haggai 1:9 HCSB

“The silver and gold belong to Me”—this is the declaration of the Lord of Hosts. - Haggai 2:8 HCSB