I will take up a weeping and wailing for the mountains, a dirge over the wilderness pasture, for they have been scorched so no one passes through, and the lowing of cattle is not heard. Both the birds of the air and the beasts have fled; they have gone away.
How long will the land mourn and the grass of every field be withered? Because of the evil of its residents, the animals
Therefore the land mourns, and all who dwell in it will waste away with the beasts of the field and the birds of the air
Many shepherds have destroyed My vineyard; they have trampled My plot of ground. They have turned My pleasant field into
No foot of man or beast will pass through, and it will be uninhabited for forty years.
I will make the land a desolate waste, and the pride of her strength will come to an end. The mountains of Israel will b
Cut off your hair and throw it away. Raise up a lamentation on the barren heights, for the LORD has rejected and forsake
Or if I send wild beasts through the land to leave it childless and desolate, with no man passing through it for fear of
For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears. For there is no one nearby to comfort me, no one to revive my soul. My
My eyes fail from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief over the destruction of the daughter of
For your ruined and desolate places and your ravaged land will now indeed be too small for your people, and those who de
My sorrow is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
The field is ruined; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, and the oil fails.
Give glory to the LORD your God before He brings darkness, before your feet stumble on the dusky mountains. You wait for
They did not ask, ‘Where is the LORD who brought us up from the land of Egypt, who led us through the wilderness, throug
Wild donkeys stand on barren heights; they pant for air like jackals; their eyes fail for lack of pasture.”
For the land is full of adulterers—because of the curse, the land mourns and the pastures of the wilderness have dried u
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the pain in my chest! My heart pounds within me; I cannot be silent. For I