It has laid waste my vine and splintered my fig tree; it has stripped off their bark and thrown it down; their branches are made white.

The vine dries up; the fig tree languishes. Pomegranate, palm, and apple, all the trees of the field are dried up, and gladness dries up from the children of man.

The seed shrivels under the clods; the storehouses are desolate; the granaries are torn down because the grain has dried up.

To you, O Lord, I call. For fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and flame has burned all the trees of the field.

Fear not, you beasts of the field, for the pastures of the wilderness are green; the tree bears its fruit; the fig tree and vine give their full yield.