¹¹ Hang your heads, you farmers.
    Wail, you vine growers, for the wheat and for the barley,
    because the grain harvest has died in the field.
¹²         The vine has dried up, and the fig tree has withered.
        The pomegranate, the date palm, and the apple tree—
        all the trees in the countryside have dried up,
        and joy has dried up for all the people.
¹³ Put on sackcloth, you priests, and lament.
    Wail, you who minister in front of the altar.
    Come, spend the night in sackcloth,
    you who minister before my God,
    because the grain offerings and drink offerings
    are being held back from the house of your God.