11 Mourn for our farmsand our vineyards!There's no wheat or barleygrowing in our fields.
12 Grapevines have dried upand so has every tree—figs and pomegranates,date palms and apples.All happiness has faded away.
13 Mourn, you priests who serveat the altar of my God.Spend your days and nightswearing sackcloth.Offerings of grain and wineare no longer broughtto the Lord's temple.
14 Tell the leaders and peopleto come togetherat the temple.Order them to go without eatingand to pray sincerely.
15 We are in for trouble!Soon the Lord All-Powerfulwill bring disaster.
16 Our food is already gone;there's no more celebratingat the temple of our God.
17 Seeds dry up in the ground;no harvest is possible.Our barns are in bad shape,with no grainto store in them.