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Rh :Mighty, and without number;
 * His teeth are the teeth of a lion,
 * And he hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
 * He hath laid my vine waste,
 * And blasted my fig-tree;
 * He hath made it clean bare, and cast it down,
 * The branches thereof are made white.


 * Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth
 * For the husband of her youth.
 * The meal-offering and the drink-offering is cut off
 * From the house of the ;
 * The priests mourn,
 * Even the ministers.
 * The field is wasted,
 * The land mourneth;
 * For the corn is wasted,
 * The new wine is dried up,
 * The oil languisheth.
 * Be ashamed, O ye husbandmen,
 * Wail, O ye vinedressers,
 * For the wheat and for the barley;
 * Because the harvest of the field is perished.
 * The vine is withered,
 * And the fig-tree languisheth;
 * The pomegranate-tree, the palm-tree also, and the apple-tree,
 * Even all the trees of the field are withered;
 * For joy is withered away from the sons of men.


 * Gird yourselves, and lament, ye priests,
 * Wail, ye ministers of the altar;
 * Come, lie all night in sackcloth,
 * Ye ministers of my God,
 * For the meal-offering and the drink-offering is withholden
 * From the house of your God.
 * Sanctify ye a fast,
 * Call a solemn assembly,
 * Gather the elders
 * And all the inhabitants of the land
 * Unto the house of the your God,
 * And cry unto the.


 * Alas for the day!
 * For the day of the is at hand,
 * And as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.
 * Is not the food cut off
 * Before our eyes,
 * Yea, joy and gladness
 * From the house of our God?
 * The grains shrivel under their hoes;
 * The garners are laid desolate,
 * The barns are broken down;
 * For the corn is withered.
 * How do the beasts groan!
 * The herds of cattle are perplexed,
 * Because they have no pasture;
 * Yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
 * Unto Thee, O, do I cry,
 * For the fire hath devoured
 * The pastures of the wilderness,
 * And the flame hath set ablaze
 * All the trees of the field.
 * Yea, the beasts of the field pant unto Thee;
 * For the water brooks are dried up,
 * And the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.


 * Blow ye the horn in Zion,
 * And sound an alarm in My holy mountain;
 * Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble;
 * For the day of the cometh,
 * For it is at hand;
 * A day of darkness and gloominess,
 * A day of clouds and thick darkness,
 * As blackness spread upon the mountains;
 * A great people and a mighty,