7 It has devastated My grapevineand splintered My fig tree.It has stripped off its bark and thrown it away;its branches have turned white.
8 Grieve like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, mourning for the husband of her youth.
9 Grain and drink offerings have been cut off from the house of the Lord;the priests, who are ministers of the Lord, mourn.
10 The fields are destroyed; the land grieves;indeed, the grain is destroyed;the new wine is dried up; and the olive oil fails.
11 Be ashamed, you farmers, wail, you vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley,because the harvest of the field has perished.
12 The grapevine is dried up, and the fig tree is withered;the pomegranate, the date palm, and the apple —all the trees of the orchard — have withered.Indeed, human joy has dried up.
13 Dress in sackcloth and lament, you priests; wail, you ministers of the altar.Come and spend the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God,because grain and drink offeringsare withheld from the house of your God.