11 Be ashamed, farmers; Wail, vinedressers, over the wheat and over the barley, because the harvest of the field is ruined.
12 The vine withers and the fig tree droops. The pomegranate tree, and also the palm tree, the apple tree —all the trees of the field—are dried up. Indeed, joy is dried up among the sons of men.
13 Gird yourselves and lament, O priests! Wail, O ministers of the altar! Come spend the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God, because offering and libation are withheld from the house of your God.
14 Solemnize a fast! Call an assembly! Gather the elders, all of the inhabitants of the land in the house of Yahweh your God, and cry out to Yahweh.
15 Ah! For the day! For the day of Yahweh is near. It will come like destruction from Shaddai.
16 Is not food cut off before our eyes, from the house of our God, joy and gladness?
17 The seeds shrivel under their clods; the storehouses are desolate. The grain storage places are destroyed because grain has dried out.