The field is laid waste; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, the oil languishes.

The seeds rot under their clods. The garners are laid desolate. The barns are broken down. For the grain is withered.

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

At their presence the peoples are in anguish; all faces have grown pale.

And LORD answered and said to his people, Behold, I will send you grain, and new wine, and oil, and ye shall be satisfied therewith. And I will no more make you a reproach among the nations.