4 That which the shearer has left,
        the swarmer has eaten,
    that which the swarmer has left,
        the devourer has eaten,
    and that which the devourer has left,
        the destroyer has eaten.

     5 Awake, drunkards, and weep,
        and wail, all drinkers of wine;
        the new wine is cut off from your mouth.
     6 For a nation has come up on my land,
        powerful, and numberless;
    its teeth are the teeth of a lion,
        and its jaw-teeth are like those of a lioness.
     7 It has laid my vine waste,
        and barked my fig-tree;
    it has peeled and cast it away,
        bleached are the branches.

     8 Wail as a bride, clad in sack-cloth,
        for the husband of her youth.
     9 Cut off are the cereal and drink-offerings
        from the house of the Lord ;
    in mourning are the priests,
        who minister at the Lord ’s altar.
     10 The fields are blasted,
        the land is in mourning,
    for blasted is the corn,
        the new wine fails
        and the oil is dried up.
     11 Be dismayed, farmers;
        wail, vine-dressers.
    For the wheat and the barley;
        for the harvest is lost from the fields.
     12 The vine fails to bear fruit,
        and the fig-tree is drooping;
    the pomegranate, the palm also, and the apple;
        all the trees of the field are dried up.
    Yes, joy fails from the people.

     13 Put on sackcloth, and beat your breasts, priests;
        wail, ministers of the altar;
        come, lie all night in sack-cloth, ministers of God;
    for cereal-offering and drink-offering
        are cut off from the house of your God.

     14 Sanctify a fast,
        summon an assembly,
    gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land
        into the house of the Lord your God,
    cry to the Lord :
         15 Alas for the day!
    Near at hand is the day of the Lord ,
        and as destruction from the Almighty it comes.

     16 Is not food cut off
        from before us,
    gladness and joy
        from the house of our God?
     17 The grains shrivel under their hoes,
        the store-houses are desolate,
        the barns broken down,
    for the corn is withered -
        what will we put in them?
     18 How the herds of cattle are filled with perplexity,
        for they have no pasture!
    The flocks of sheep are forlorn.

     19 To you, the Lord , I cry.
        For fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness,
        and flame has scorched all the trees of the field.
     20 The wild animals also look up to you longingly,
        for the water-courses are dried up,
        and fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.