1:11 Be distressed,
wail, vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley.
For the harvest of the field has perished.
1:12 The vine has dried up;
the fig tree languishes –
the pomegranate, date, and apple
In fact,
Indeed, the joy of the people
1:13 Get dressed
Wail, you who minister at the altar!
Come, spend the night in sackcloth, you servants of my God,
because no one brings grain offerings or drink offerings
to the temple of your God anymore.
1:14 Announce a holy fast;
proclaim a sacred assembly.
Gather the elders and
to the temple of the Lord your God,
and cry out to the Lord.
1:15 How awful that day will be!
For the day of the Lord is near;
it will come as destruction from the Divine Destroyer.
1:16 Our food has been cut off right before our eyes!
There is no longer any joy or gladness in the temple of our God!
1:17 The grains of seed
Storehouses have been decimated
and granaries have been torn down, for the grain has dried up.
1:18 Listen to the cattle groan!
The herds of livestock wander around in confusion
because they have no pasture.
Even the flocks of sheep are suffering.
1:19 To you, O Lord, I call out for help,
for fire
flames have razed
1:20 Even the wild animals
for the river beds
fire has destroyed