¹¹ Be ashamed, farmers;
    Wail, vinedressers,
over the wheat and over the barley,
    because the harvest of the field is ruined.
¹² The vine withers
    and the fig tree droops.
The pomegranate tree, and also the palm tree, the apple tree
    —all the trees of the field—are dried up.
Indeed, joy is dried up
    among the sons of men.
¹³ Gird yourselves and lament, O priests!
    Wail, O ministers of the altar!
Come spend the night in sackcloth,
    O ministers of my God,
because offering and libation
    are withheld from the house of your God.