For a nation has come up on My land, strong and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the jaw teeth of a lioness.

The food offering 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 droops, the pomegranate and the palm tree, and the apple tree; all the trees of the field are dried up, because joy has dried up from the sons of men.

Gird up and lament, priests; howl, ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, ministers of my God. For the food offering and the drink offering are held back from the house of your God.

The seed is rotten under their clods; the storage bins are laid waste; the barns are broken down, for the grain has dried up.

How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are troubled because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are destroyed.

The beasts of the field also cry to You; for the rivers of water are dried up, and the fire has burned up the pastures of the wilderness.