The garners are desolate, the barns broken down,

For the corn is withered—what shall we put in

them?[1204]

The herds of cattle huddle together,[1205] for they have

Yea, the flocks of sheep are forlorn.[1206]

To Thee, Jehovah, do I cry:

For fire has devoured the pastures of the steppes,[1207]

And the flame hath scorched all the trees of the field.

The wild beasts pant up to Thee:

For the watercourses are dry,