17 Rotted hath the seed, under their clods, Laid waste are their stores, Thrown down are the garners, Yea abashed is the corn.

18 How do the beasts groan! Perplexed are the herds of oxen, because there is no pasture for them, even, the flocks of sheep, are destroyed!

19 Unto thee, O Yahweh, will I cry, for, a fire, hath consumed the pastures of the wilderness, and, a flame, hath set ablaze all the trees of the field.