7. It has made my vine a desolation, and my fig tree a completely splintered stump. It has stripped them bare and thrown them down; their branches have turned white.
8. Lament like a virgin girded in sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9. The offering and libation are withheld from the house of Yahweh. The priests mourn, the ministers of Yahweh.
10. The field is destroyed; the earth mourns because the grain is destroyed, the new wine dries up, the olive oil languishes.
11. Be ashamed, farmers; Wail, vinedressers, over the wheat and over the barley, because the harvest of the field is ruined.