¹¹ Be sad, farmers.
    Cry loudly, you who grow grapes.
Cry for the wheat and the barley.
    Cry because the harvest in the field is lost.
¹² The vines have become dry.
    And the fig trees are dying.
The pomegranate trees, the date palm trees and the apple trees have dried up.
    All the trees in the field have died.
And the happiness of the people has died, too.
¹³ Priests, put on your rough cloth and cry to show your sadness.
    Servants of the altar, cry out loud.
Servants of my God,
    sleep in your rough cloth to show your sadness.
Cry because there will be no more grain or drink offerings
    to offer in the Temple of your God.