'Withered' in the Bible

and lo, seven ears, withered, thin, blasted with an east wind, are springing up after them;

In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.

Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

My days as a shadow are stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.

For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.

And they have turned away the flowings, Weak and dried up have been brooks of the bulwark, Reed and flag have withered.

Exposed things by the brook, by the edge of the brook, And every sown thing of the brook, hath withered, It hath been driven away, and is not.

Mourned, languished hath the land, Confounded hath been Lebanon, Withered hath been Sharon as a wilderness, And shaking are Bashan and Carmel.

Withered hath grass, faded the flower, For the Spirit of Jehovah blew upon it, Surely the people is grass;

Withered hath grass, faded the flower, But a word of our God riseth for ever.

Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered -- it hath been as wood.

Say: Thus said the Lord Jehovah: It prospereth -- its roots doth he not draw out, And its fruit cut off, and it is withered? In all the leaves of its springing it withereth, And not by great strength, and by a numerous people, To lift it up by its roots.

And it is plucked up in fury, To the earth it hath been cast, And the east wind hath dried up its fruit, Broken and withered hath been the rod of its strength, Fire hath consumed it.

The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy from the sons of men.

Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.

and he saith: Jehovah from Zion doth roar, And from Jerusalem giveth forth His voice, And mourned have pastures of the shepherds, And withered hath the top of Carmel!