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It has ^(C1)made my vine a waste And my fig tree a stump. It has stripped them bare and hurled them away; Their branches have become white.

^(C1)Wail like a virgin ^(C2)clothed with sackcloth For the groom of her youth.

The ^(C1)grain offering and the drink offering have been cut off From the house of the LORD. The ^(C2)priests mourn, The ministers of the LORD.

The field is ^(C1)ruined, ^(C2)The land mourns; For the grain is ruined, The new wine has dried up, Fresh oil has ^(F1)failed.

^(C1)Be ashamed, you farm workers, Wail, you vinedressers, For the wheat and the barley; Because the ^(C2)harvest of the field is destroyed.

The ^(C1)vine has dried up And the fig tree has withered; The ^(C2)pomegranate, the ^(C3)palm also, and the ^(C4)apple tree, All the trees of the field have dried up. Indeed, ^(C5)joy has dried up From the sons of mankind.

^(C1)Put on sackcloth And mourn, you priests; ^(C2)Wail, you ministers of the altar! Come, ^(C3)spend the night in sackcloth, You ministers of my God, For the grain offering and the drink offering Have been withheld from the house of your God.

^(C1)Consecrate a fast, Proclaim a ^(C2)solemn assembly; Gather the elders And all the inhabitants of the land To the house of the LORD your God, And ^(C3)cry out to the LORD.

^(C1)Woe for the day! For the ^(C2)day of the LORD is near, And it will come as ^(C3)destruction from the ^(F1)Almighty.

Has ^(C1)food not been cut off before our eyes, and Joy and ^(C2)rejoicing from the house of our God?

The ^(F1)(C1)seeds have dried up under their shovels; The storehouses have become desolate, The grain silos are ruined, Because the grain has dried up.

How ^(C1)the animals have groaned! The herds of cattle have wandered aimlessly Because there is no pasture for them; Even the flocks of sheep have ^(F1)suffered.