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11 Be ye ashamed, O ye husbandmen;
howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley;
because the harvest of the field is perished.
12 The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languisheth;
the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree,
even all the trees of the field, are withered:
because joy is withered away from the sons of men.
13 Gird yourselves, and lament, ye priests:
howl, ye ministers of the altar:
come, lie all night in sackcloth,
ye ministers of my God:
for the meat offering and the drink offering
is withholden from the house of your God.

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