¹¹ Despair, you farmers,
    and wail, you vinedressers,
over the wheat and the barley;
    the harvest of the fields is lost.
¹² The vine has withered;
    the fig tree droops.
The pomegranate, the palm, and the apple tree—
    all the trees of the field have dried up.
And the joy of the people
    has also withered away.

¹³ Put on sackcloth and lament, you priests!
    Wail, you ministers of the altar!
Come, pass the entire night in sackcloth,
    you ministers of my God!
For the house of your God is deprived
    of grain offerings and libations.