¹⁰ The field is wasted,
^(A)The land mourns;
For the grain is ruined,
^(B)The new wine is dried up,
The oil fails.

¹⁷ Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—