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.

The grains have become small and dry under the spade; the store-houses are made waste, the grain-stores are broken down; for the grain is dry and dead.

They are running like strong men, they go over the wall like men of war; every man goes straight on his way, their lines are not broken.

No one is pushing against another; everyone goes straight on his way: bursting through the sword points, their order is not broken.

Let your hearts be broken, and not your clothing, and come back to the Lord your God: for he is full of grace and pity, slow to be angry and great in mercy, ready to be turned from his purpose of punishment.