Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Sacrifice and libation is cut off from the house of the Lord: the priests, the Lord’s ministers, have mourned:
The country is destroyed, the ground hath mourned: for the corn is wasted, the wine is confounded, the oil hath languished.
The husbandmen are ashamed, the vinedressers have howled for the wheat, and for the barley, because the harvest of the field is perished.
The vineyard is confounded, and the fig tree hath languished: the pomegranate tree, and the palm tree, and the apple tree, and all the trees of the field are withered: because joy is withdrawn from the children of men.
Gird yourselves, and lament, O ye priests, howl, ye ministers of the altars: go in, lie in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: because sacrifice and libation is cut off from the house of your God.
Sanctify ye a fast, call an assembly, gather together the ancients, all the inhabitants of the land into the house of your God: and cry ye to the Lord:
Ah, ah, ah, for the day: because the day of the Lord is at hand, and it shall come like destruction from the mighty.
Is not your food cut off before your eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
The beasts have rotted in their dung, the barns are destroyed, the storehouses are broken down: because the corn is confounded.
Why did the beasts groan, why did the herds of cattle low? because there is no pasture for them: yea, and the flocks of sheep are perished.