I will break the pride of your power; I will make your heavens like iron and your earth like bronze.

And your strength shall be spent in vain; for your land shall not yield its produce, nor shall the trees of the land yield their fruit.

And your heavens over your head shall be bronze, and the earth under you shall be iron.

Jehovah will make the rain of your land into dust and powder; from the heavens it shall come down upon you until you are destroyed.

The whole land is brimstone, salt, and burning; it is not sown, nor does it sprout, nor does any grass grow there, like the overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah, Admah, and Zeboim, which Jehovah overthrew in His anger and His wrath.

O Jehovah, to You I will cry, for the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and has burned all the trees of the field.

The beasts of the field also pant after You, for the rivers of water are dried up, and the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.

Be dried up, you farmers, howl, you vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field has perished.

The seed shrivels under their clods; the storehouses are laid waste, the granaries are broken down, for the grain has dried up.