7. He hath laid my vineyard waste, and hath pilled off the bark of my fig tree: he hath stripped it bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.
8. Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9. Sacrifice and libation is cut off from the house of the Lord: the priests, the Lord's ministers, have mourned:
10. The country is destroyed, the ground hath mourned: for the corn is wasted, the wine is confounded, the oil hath languished.
11. The husbandmen are ashamed, the vinedressers have howled for the wheat, and for the barley, because the harvest of the field is perished.