¹¹ Grieve, you farmers;
cry, you that take care of the vineyards,
    because the wheat, the barley,
    yes all the crops are destroyed.
¹² The grapevines and fig trees have withered;
    all the fruit trees have wilted and died.
The joy of the people is gone.
¹³ Put on sackcloth and weep,
    you priests who serve at the altar!
Go into the Temple and mourn all night!
There is no grain or wine to offer your God.