For a nation has come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the fangs of a lioness.

He has laid my vine waste, and splintered my fig tree: he has stripped it bare, and cast it away; its branches are made white.

The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languishes; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field, are withered: because joy has withered away from the sons of men.

The seed shrivels under the clods, the storehouses are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the grain has withered.

How the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.

The beasts of the field cry also unto you: for the rivers of waters are dried up, and the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.

Before their face the people shall be in great pain: all faces are drained of color.