Be dismayed, you farmers! Cry aloud, you vintners, for the wheat and barley, because the harvest in your fields has been lost.

What sounds of pain come from the beasts! the herds of cattle are at a loss because there is no grass for them; even the flocks of sheep are no longer to be seen.

Before them the earth quakes,
The heavens tremble,
The sun and the moon grow dark
And the stars lose their brightness.

The sun and moon grow dark
And the stars lose their brightness.