For a nation is come up upon my land, strong and without number: his teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he hath the cheek teeth of a lioness.

He hath made my vine a desolation, and barked my fig-tree; he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away: its branches are made white.

The oblation and the drink-offering are cut off from the house of Jehovah; the priests, Jehovah's ministers, mourn.

The vine is dried up, and the fig-tree languisheth; the pomegranate-tree, the palm also and the apple-tree; all the trees of the field are withered, yea, joy is withered away from the children of men.

Gird yourselves, and lament, ye priests; howl, ministers of the altar; come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: for the oblation and the drink-offering are withholden from the house of your God.

The seeds are rotten under their clods, the granaries are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.

How do the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are bewildered, for they have no pasture; the flocks of sheep also are in suffering.

The beasts of the field also cry unto thee; for the water-courses are dried, and the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.

Before them the peoples are in anguish: all faces turn pale.

Neither doth one press upon another; they march every one in his path; and fall amid weapons, but are not wounded.

The earth quaketh before them; the heavens tremble; the sun and the moon are darkened, and the stars withdraw their shining.