¹² 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.

¹¹ There is a crying in the streets because of the wine; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.

¹⁰ And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither joyful noise: no treader shall tread out wine in the presses; I have made the `vintage' shout to cease.

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

³ As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

¹⁹ Is the seed yet in the barn? yea, the vine, and the fig-tree, and the pomegranate, and the olive-tree have not brought forth; from this day will I bless `you'.

¹⁷ For though the fig-tree shall not flourish, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls:

¹⁸ Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

¹⁶ Is not the food cut off before our eyes, `yea', joy and gladness from the house of our God?

¹ Rejoice not, O Israel, for joy, like the peoples; for thou hast played the harlot, `departing' from thy God; thou hast loved hire upon every grain-floor.

² The threshing-floor and the winepress shall not feed them, and the new wine shall fail her.

³³ And gladness and joy is taken away from the fruitful field and from the land of Moab; and I have caused wine to cease from the winepresses: none shall tread with shouting; the shouting shall be no shouting.

³ The sound of a cry from Horonaim, desolation and great destruction!

³ Thou hast multiplied the nation, thou hast increased their joy: they joy before thee according to the joy in harvest, as men rejoice when they divide the spoil.

⁷ This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.

⁸ I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,

⁹ And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

¹³ Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,

¹² The righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree: He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

⁷ Thou hast put gladness in my heart, More than `they have' when their grain and their new wine are increased.

²³ And they came unto the valley of Eshcol, and cut down from thence a branch with one cluster of grapes, and they bare it upon a staff between two; `they brought' also of the pomegranates, and of the figs.