7 It has destroyed my vines,splintered my fig trees,stripped off their bark and thrown it down;their branches have turned white.
8 Lament like a woman dressed in funeral clothing,one who has lost the husband of her youth.
9 The grain offering and the drink offering are gone from the Lord’s temple.The priests and the Lord’s ministers mourn.
10 The fields are devastated,the ground mourns;for the grain is destroyed,the new wine dries up,the olive oil fails.
11 Be shocked, you farmers;howl, you vinedressers,over the wheat and the barley,for the crops of the field are destroyed.
12 The grapevine is dried up;the fig tree withers.Pomegranate, palm, and apple—all the trees of the field are dried up.Joy fades away from the people.
13 Dress for a funeral and grieve, you priests;lament, ministers of the altar.Come, spend the night in funeral clothing, servants of my God,because the grain offering and the drink offeringhave gone from the temple of your God.