6. An army of locusts has attacked our land;they are powerful and too many to count;their teeth are as sharp as those of a lion.
7. They have destroyed our grapevinesand chewed up our fig trees.They have stripped off the bark,till the branches are white.
8. Cry, you people, like a young woman who mourns the deathof the man she was going to marry.
9. There is no corn or wine to offer in the Temple;the priests mourn because they have no offerings for the Lord.
10. The fields are bare;the ground mournsbecause the corn is destroyed,the grapes are dried up,and the olive trees are withered.
11. Grieve, you farmers;cry, you that take care of the vineyards,because the wheat, the barley,yes, all the crops are destroyed.
12. The grapevines and fig trees have withered;all the fruit trees have wilted and died.The joy of the people is gone.
13. Put on sackcloth and weep,you priests who serve at the altar!Go into the Temple and mourn all night!There is no corn or wine to offer your God.
14. Give orders for a fast;call an assembly!Gather the leadersand all the people of Judahinto the Temple of the Lord your Godand cry out to him.