The seeds shrivel under their clods;
The storehouses are desolate,
The barns are torn down,
For the grain is dried up.

How the beasts groan!
The herds of cattle wander aimlessly
Because there is no pasture for them;
Even the flocks of sheep suffer.

They rush on the city,
They run on the wall;
They climb into the houses,
They enter through the windows like a thief.

I will gather all the nations
And bring them down to the valley of Jehoshaphat.
Then I will enter into judgment with them there
On behalf of My people and My inheritance, Israel,
Whom they have scattered among the nations;
And they have divided up My land.