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Be ashamed, you farmers, Wail, you vinedressers, For the wheat and the barley; Because the harvest of the field has perished.
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The vine has dried up, And the fig tree has withered; The pomegranate tree, The palm tree also, And the apple tree-- All the trees of the field are withered; Surely joy has withered away from the sons of men.
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Gird yourselves and lament, you priests; Wail, you who minister before the altar; Come, lie all night in sackcloth, You who minister to my God; For the grain offering and the drink offering Are withheld from the house of your God.
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Consecrate a fast, Call a sacred assembly; Gather the elders And all the inhabitants of the land Into the house of the Lord your God, And cry out to the Lord.
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Alas for the day! For the day of the Lord is at hand; It shall come as destruction from the Almighty.
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Is not the food cut off before our eyes, Joy and gladness from the house of our God?
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The seed shrivels under the clods, Storehouses are in shambles; Barns are broken down, For the grain has withered.
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How the animals groan! The herds of cattle are restless, Because they have no pasture; Even the flocks of sheep suffer punishment.
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O Lord, to You I cry out; For fire has devoured the open pastures, And a flame has burned all the trees of the field.
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The beasts of the field also cry out to You, For the water brooks are dried up, And fire has devoured the open pastures.