For a nation has come up against my land, powerful and without number; its teeth are lions' teeth, and it has the fangs of a lioness.
It has laid waste my vines, and splintered my fig trees; it has stripped off their bark and thrown it down; their branches are made white.
Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the bridegroom of her youth.
The cereal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the house of the LORD. The priests mourn, the ministers of the LORD.
The fields are laid waste, the ground mourns; because the grain is destroyed, the wine fails, the oil languishes.
Be confounded, O tillers of the soil, wail, O vinedressers, for the wheat and the barley; because the harvest of the field has perished.
The vine withers, the fig tree languishes. Pomegranate, palm, and apple, all the trees of the field are withered; and gladness fails from the sons of men.
Gird on sackcloth and lament, O priests, wail, O ministers of the altar. Go in, pass the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God! Because cereal 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 to the LORD.
Alas for the day! For the day of the LORD is near, and as destruction from the Almighty it comes.
Is not the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?