Dress for a funeral and grieve, you priests;
lament, ministers of the altar.
Come, spend the night in funeral clothing, servants of my God,
because the grain offering and the drink offering
have gone from the temple of your God.
Demand a fast,
request a special assembly.
Gather the elders
and all the land’s people
to the temple of the LORD your God,
and cry out to the LORD.
What a terrible day!
The day of the LORD is near;
it comes like chaos from the Almighty.
Isn’t the food cut off
right before our eyes?
Aren’t joy and gladness also gone from our God’s house?
The grain shrivels under the shovels;
the barns are empty.
The granaries are in ruin
because the grain has dried up.
How the animals groan!
Herds of cattle are in distress
because there is no pasture for them;
even the flocks of sheep pant.
To you, LORD, I cry,
for fire has completely destroyed
the pastures of the wilderness;
and flames have burned
all the trees of the field.
Even the field’s wild animals cry to you
because the streams have dried up;
the fire has completely destroyed
the meadows of the wilderness.