My heart is parched ¹  and withered like grass, for I am unable ²  to eat food. ³ 

My days are coming to an end, ¹  and I am withered like grass.

Then ¹  seven heads of grain, withered and thin and burned with the east wind, were sprouting up after them.

For the land is full of people unfaithful to him. ¹  They live wicked lives and they misuse their power. ²  So the land is dried up ³  because it is under his curse. ⁴  The pastures in the wilderness are withered.

But it was plucked up in anger; it was thrown down to the ground. The east wind ¹  dried up its fruit; its strong branches broke off and withered – a fire consumed them.

How long must the land be parched ¹  and the grass in every field be withered? How long ²  must the animals and the birds die because of the wickedness of the people who live in this land? ³  For these people boast, “God ⁴  will not see what happens to us.” ⁵