 On hills I shall take weeping and mourning, and wailing on the fair things of desert, for they be burnt up; for no man is passing forth, and they heard not the voice of him that wieldeth; from a bird of the air unto the sheep, they passed over, and went away. I shall take up weeping and mourning for the hills, and wailing for the beautiful things of the desert, for they be dried up; for no one is passing forth, and they did not hear the sound of the cattle; yea, from a bird of the air unto the sheep, they passed over it, and went away. 