17 Seeds dry up in the ground;no harvest is possible.Our barns are in bad shape,with no grainto store in them.
18 Our cattle wander aimlessly,moaning for lack of pasture,and sheep are suffering.
19 I cry out to you, Lord.Grasslands and forests are eatenby the scorching heat.
20 Wild animals have no waterbecause of you;rivers and streams are dry,and pastures are parched.