6For a nation has come up on my land, strong, and without number. His teeth are the teeth of a lion, And he has the fangs of a lioness.
7He has laid my vine waste, And stripped my fig tree. He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away. Its branches are made white.
8Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
9The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from Yahweh`s house. The priests, Yahweh`s ministers, mourn.
10The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, And the oil languishes.
11Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers; For the wheat and for the barley; For the harvest of the field has perished.
12The 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.
