^{10 Ref} The field is laid waste, the land mourneth; for the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.

^{11 Ref} Be confounded, O ye husbandmen, wail, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field is perished.

^{12 Ref} The vine is withered, and the fig-tree languisheth; the pomegranate-tree, the palm-tree also, and the apple-tree, even all the trees of the field are withered: for joy is withered away from the sons of men.