By him my vine is made waste and my fig-tree broken: he has taken all its fruit and sent it down to the earth; its branches are made white.

People writhe in fear when they see them. All of their faces turn pale with fright.

Be not afraid, ye beasts of the field: for the pastures of the wilderness do spring, for the tree beareth her fruit, the fig tree and the vine do yield their strength.

And I will free from their blood-guiltiness them whom I had not freed, - for, Yahweh, is about to make his habitation in Zion.