Joy and gladness are taken away from the fruitful field, and in the vineyards no exultation is heard; no shouts are raised; no treader treads out wine in the presses; the vintage shout is hushed.
I will surely gather them, says the Lord; there are no grapes on the vine nor figs on the fig tree; even the leaves are withered, and what I gave them has passed away from them.
I will lay waste her vines and her fig trees, of which she said, “These are my pay, which my lovers have given me.” I will make them a forest, and the wild animals shall devour them.
The vine withers; the fig tree droops. Pomegranate, palm, and apple— all the trees of the field are dried up; surely, joy withers away among the people.
Though the fig tree does not blossom and no fruit is on the vines; though the produce of the olive fails and the fields yield no food; though the flock is cut off from the fold and there is no herd in the stalls,
Their wealth shall be plundered and their houses laid waste. Though they build houses, they shall not inhabit them; though they plant vineyards, they shall not drink wine from them.