6 For a nation has come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the fangs of a lioness.
7 He has laid my vine waste, and splintered my fig tree: he has stripped it bare, and cast it away; its branches are made white.
8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9 The grain offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD'S ministers, mourn.
10 The field is wasted, the land mourns; for the grain is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languishes.
11 Be ashamed, O you farmers; wail, O you vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field has perished.
12 The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languishes; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field, are withered: because joy has withered away from the sons of men.