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,