Put on sackcloth,1 O priests, and mourn; wail, you who minister2 before the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, you who minister before my God; for the grain offerings and drink offerings3 are withheld from the house of your God.
Declare a holy fast;4 call a sacred assembly. Summon the elders and all who live in the land5 to the house of the LORD your God, and cry out6 to the LORD.715
Alas for that8 day! For the day of the LORD9 is near; it will come like destruction from the Almighty.a1016
Has not the food been cut off11 before our very eyes-- joy and gladness12 from the house of our God?1317
The seeds are shriveled beneath the clods.b14 The storehouses are in ruins, the granaries have been broken down, for the grain has dried up.
How the cattle moan! The herds mill about because they have no pasture;15 even the flocks of sheep are suffering.1619
To you, O LORD, I call,17 for fire18 has devoured the open pastures19 and flames have burned up all the trees of the field.
Even the wild animals pant for you;20 the streams of water have dried up21 and fire has devoured the open pastures.22