7 He hath turned my vine to a waste, and my fig-tree to splinters, he hath, barked it clean, and cast it down, bleached are its branches.

8 Wail thou, like a virgin girded with sackcloth, for the owner of her youth.

9 Cut off are the meal-offering and the drink-offering, from the house of Yahweh, In grief are the priests, the attendants on Yahweh: