The vine, is abashed, and, the fig-tree, languisheth, - pomegranate, palm also, and apple - all the trees of the field, have withered, Yea abashed is gladness, away from the sons of men.

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

And, the Northerner, will I remove far from you, and drive him into a land parched and desolate, with, his face, toward the eastern sea, and, his rear, toward the hinder sea, - then shall come up his ill odour, yea his stench, shall ascend, because he hath shown himself great in doing.

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;