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11 Grieve, you farmers;
cry, you that take care of the vineyards,
    because the wheat, the barley,
    yes all the crops are destroyed.
12 The grapevines and fig trees have withered;
    all the fruit trees have wilted and died.
The joy of the people is gone.
13 Put on sackcloth and weep,
    you priests who serve at the altar!
Go into the Temple and mourn all night!
There is no grain or wine to offer your God.

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