The fields are devastated, the ground mourns; for the grain is destroyed, the wine dries up, the oil fails.
Be dismayed, you farmers, wail, you vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley; for the crops of the field are ruined.
The vine withers, the fig tree droops. Pomegranate, palm, and apple— all the trees of the field are dried up; surely, joy withers away among the people.
Put on sackcloth and lament, you priests; wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, pass the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God! Grain offering and drink offering are withheld from the house of your God.
Sanctify a fast, call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land to the house of the Lord your God, and cry out to the Lord.
Alas for the day! For the day of the Lord is near, and as destruction from the Almighty a it comes.
Is not the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
The seed shrivels under the clods, b the storehouses are desolate; the granaries are ruined because the grain has failed.
How the animals groan! The herds of cattle wander about because there is no pasture for them; even the flocks of sheep are dazed. c19
To you, O Lord, I cry. For fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and flames have burned all the trees of the field.
Even the wild animals cry to you because the watercourses are dried up, and fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
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