¹¹ Be ashamed, O ploughmen;
wail, O vinedressers,
    over wheat and over barley,
for the harvest of the field is lost.
¹² The vine withered, the fig tree wilted.
Pomegranate, palm and apple tree
—all trees of the field—are withered,
for joy has withered away
    from the children of men.
¹³ Gird yourselves and weep, kohanim!
Howl, ministers of the altar!
Come, lie in sackcloth all night,
        ministers of my God.
For grain and drink offering are withheld
    from the House of your God.