Revised Common Lectionary (Complementary)

¹ God, you are my God. Eagerly I seek you.
My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you,
    in a dry and dreary land without water.
² Yes, in the sanctuary I have watched you
    to see your power and your glory.

³ Because your mercy is better than life,
    my lips will worship you.
⁴ Yes, I will bless you as long as I live.
In your name I will lift up my hands.
⁵ My soul will be satisfied with rich food.^[b]
My mouth will praise you with lips filled with songs.
⁶ Whenever I remember you on my bed,
throughout the watches of the night I meditate on you.
⁷ Because you are a help for me,
I sing for joy under the shade of your wings.
⁸ My soul clings to you.
Your right hand upholds me.

⁹ But those who seek my life will go to destruction.
They will go into the depths of the earth.
¹⁰ They will be given over to the power of the sword.
They will become food for foxes.^[c]
11 But the king will rejoice in God.
All who swear by him will praise him,
but the mouths of those speaking lies will be shut.

² Hear this, you elders.
    Listen, all of you who live in the land.
    Has anything like this ever happened in your days
    or in the days of your fathers?
³ Tell it to your children,
    and let your children tell it to their children,
    and their children to the next generation.
⁴         What the grasshoppers have left, the swarming locusts have eaten.
        What the swarming locusts have left, the young locusts have eaten.
        What the young locusts have left, the mature locusts have eaten.^[a]
5 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!
    Wail,^[b] all you wine drinkers,
    because of the sweet wine^[c] that has been snatched from your mouth.
⁶         A nation has come up into my land, powerful and without number.
        It has teeth like a lion and fangs like a lioness.
⁷         It has devastated my vines and shredded my fig trees.
        It has completely stripped off their bark and thrown it aside,
        so that their branches are bare and white.
⁸ Grieve like a virgin dressed in sackcloth,
    who grieves for the husband^[d] of her youth.
⁹         Grain offerings and drink offerings are cut off from the house of the Lord.
        The priests are in mourning,
        those who minister in the presence of the Lord.
¹⁰         The fields are devastated. The soil mourns.
        The grain is devastated.
        The new wine has run dry. The olive oil runs out.
¹¹ Hang your heads, you farmers.
    Wail, you vine growers, for the wheat and for the barley,
    because the grain harvest has died in the field.
¹²         The vine has dried up, and the fig tree has withered.
        The pomegranate, the date palm, and the apple tree—
        all the trees in the countryside have dried up,
        and joy has dried up for all the people.
¹³ Put on sackcloth, you priests, and lament.
    Wail, you who minister in front of the altar.
    Come, spend the night in sackcloth,
    you who minister before my God,
    because the grain offerings and drink offerings
    are being held back from the house of your God.