Because the ground is cracked, since there has been no rain in the land, the farmers are ashamed— they cover their heads.
Be ashamed, O ploughmen; wail, O vinedressers, over wheat and over barley, for the harvest of the field is lost.
Therefore showers have been withheld and there has been no spring rain. You have a harlot’s brazen look; you refuse to be ashamed.
Seed has shriveled under the dirt clod. Storehouses are desolate, granaries are torn down, for the grain has withered.
“All the nations will say, ‘Why has Adonai done this to this land? Why this great burning anger?’
You will also go out from there with your hands on your head. For Adonai has rejected those in whom you trust— you will not prosper by them.”
So two or three cities go staggering to one city to drink water, but would not be satisfied— yet you have not returned to Me,” declares Adonai.
“If you, in spite of these things, will not listen to Me, then I will chastise you seven times more for your sins.