6. For a nation has come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the fangs of a lioness.
7. He has laid my vine waste, and splintered my fig tree: he has stripped it bare, and cast it away; its branches are made white.
8. Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9. The grain offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD'S ministers, mourn.
10. The field is wasted, the land mourns; for the grain is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languishes.
11. Be ashamed, O you farmers; wail, O you vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field has perished.