Rotted hath the seed, under their clods, Laid waste are their stores, Thrown down are the garners, - Yea abashed is the corn.

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.

People writhe in fear when they see them. All of their faces turn pale with fright.

And the Lord made answer and said to his people, See, I will send you grain and wine and oil in full measure: and I will no longer let you be shamed among the nations:

Ye sons of Zion, then, exult and be glad in Yahweh your God, for he hath given you the seed-rain, in right manner, - Yea he hath caused to descend for you a down-pour, of seed-rain and of the harvest-rain in the first month;

And it hath come to pass afterwards, I do pour out My Spirit on all flesh, And prophesied have your sons and your daughters, Your old men do dream dreams, Your young men do see visions.

And I will let wonders be seen in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and pillars of smoke.

See, I will have them moved from the place where you have sent them, and will let what you have done come back on your head;