^{8 Ref} Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!

^{9 Ref} The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from Yahweh's house. The priests, Yahweh's ministers, mourn.

^{10 Ref} The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, And the oil languishes.

^{11 Ref} Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers; For the wheat and for the barley; For the harvest of the field has perished.

^{12 Ref} The vine has dried up, and the fig tree withered; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, Even all of the trees of the field are withered; For joy has withered away from the sons of men.

^{13 Ref} Put on sackcloth and mourn, you priests! Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, For the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from your God's house.

^{14 Ref} Sanctify a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders, And all the inhabitants of the land, to the house of Yahweh, your God, And cry to Yahweh.

^{15 Ref} Alas for the day! For the day of Yahweh is at hand, And it will come as destruction from the Almighty.

^{16 Ref} Isn't the food cut off before our eyes; Joy and gladness from the house of our God?

^{17 Ref} The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.

^{18 Ref} How the animals groan! The herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.