¹¹ Despair, you farmers,^(A)
    wail, you vine growers;
grieve for the wheat and the barley,^(B)
    because the harvest of the field is destroyed.^(C)

¹² The vine is dried up
    and the fig tree is withered;^(A)
the pomegranate,^(B) the palm and the apple^[a] tree—
    all the trees of the field—are dried up.^(C)
Surely the people’s joy
    is withered away.