7. He has laid my vine waste and barked my fig tree: he has made it clean bare and cast it away; its branches are made white.
8. Lament like a young woman girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9. The grain offering and the drink offering of the house of the Lord has perished; the priests, the Lord’s ministers, mourn.
10. The field was destroyed, the land mourns; for the wheat was destroyed; the new wine was dried up, the oil perished.