He has laid waste My vine, And ruined My fig tree; He has stripped it bare and thrown it away; Its branches are made white.

The vine has dried up, And the fig tree has withered; The pomegranate tree, The palm tree also, And the apple tree— All the trees of the field are withered; Surely joy has withered away from the sons of men.

O Lord, to You I cry out; For fire has devoured the open pastures, And a flame has burned all the trees of the field.

Do not be afraid, you beasts of the field; For the open pastures are springing up, And the tree bears its fruit; The fig tree and the vine yield their strength.