Salmos 74

For, in the hand of the Lord, there is a cup of undiluted wine, full of consternation. And he has tipped it from here to there. So, truly, its dregs have not been emptied. All the sinners of the earth will drink.

No vemos ya nuestras señales: no hay más profeta; ni con nosotros hay quien sepa hasta cuándo.

We see not our signs: there is no more any prophet: neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.

We see no miraculous signs. There is no longer any prophet, neither is there among us anyone who knows how long.