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This is the Lord's message to Joel son of Pethuel.

The People Mourn the Destruction of the Crops

Pay attention, you older people;
    everyone in Judah, listen.
Has anything like this ever happened
    in your time or the time of your ancestors?
Tell your children about it;
    they will tell their children,
    who in turn will tell the next generation.

Swarm after swarm of locusts settled on the crops;
    what one swarm left, the next swarm devoured.
Wake up and weep, you drunkards;
    cry, you wine-drinkers;
    the grapes for making new wine have been destroyed.

(A)An army of locusts has attacked our land;
    they are powerful and too many to count;
    their teeth are as sharp as those of a lion.
They have destroyed our grapevines
    and chewed up our fig trees.
They have stripped off the bark,
    till the branches are white.

Cry, you people, like a young woman who mourns the death
    of the man she was going to marry.
There is no grain or wine to offer in the Temple;
    the priests mourn because they have no offerings for the Lord.
10 The fields are bare;
the ground mourns
    because the grain is destroyed,
    the grapes are dried up,
    and the olive trees are withered.

11 Grieve, you farmers;
cry, you that take care of the vineyards,
    because the wheat, the barley,
    yes all the crops are destroyed.
12 The grapevines and fig trees have withered;
    all the fruit trees have wilted and died.
The joy of the people is gone.
13 Put on sackcloth and weep,
    you priests who serve at the altar!
Go into the Temple and mourn all night!
There is no grain or wine to offer your God.
14 Give orders for a fast;
    call an assembly!
Gather the leaders
    and all the people of Judah
    into the Temple of the Lord your God
    and cry out to him!
15 (B)The day of the Lord is near,
    the day when the Almighty brings destruction.
    What terror that day will bring!

16 We look on helpless as our crops are destroyed.
    There is no joy in the Temple of our God.
17 The seeds die in the dry earth.
There is no grain to be stored,
    and so the empty granaries are in ruins.
18 The cattle are bellowing in distress
    because there is no pasture for them;
    the flocks of sheep also suffer.
19 I cry out to you, Lord,
    because the pastures and trees are dried up,
    as though a fire had burned them.
20 Even the wild animals cry out to you
    because the streams have become dry.

Get in Touch with Reality—and Weep!

1-3 God’s Message to Joel son of Pethuel:

Attention, elder statesmen! Listen closely,
    everyone, whoever and wherever you are!
Have you ever heard of anything like this?
    Has anything like this ever happened before—ever?
Make sure you tell your children,
    and your children tell their children,
And their children their children.
    Don’t let this message die out.

What the chewing locust left,
    the gobbling locust ate;
What the gobbling locust left,
    the munching locust ate;
What the munching locust left,
    the chomping locust ate.

5-7 Sober up, you drunks!
    Get in touch with reality—and weep!
Your supply of booze is cut off.
    You’re on the wagon, like it or not.
My country’s being invaded
    by an army invincible, past numbering,
Teeth like those of a lion,
    fangs like those of a tiger.
It has ruined my vineyards,
    stripped my orchards,
And clear-cut the country.
    The landscape’s a moonscape.

8-10 Weep like a young virgin dressed in black,
    mourning the loss of her fiancé.
Without grain and grapes,
    worship has been brought to a standstill
    in the Sanctuary of God.
The priests are at a loss.
    God’s ministers don’t know what to do.
The fields are sterile.
    The very ground grieves.
The wheat fields are lifeless,
    vineyards dried up, olive oil gone.

11-12 Dirt farmers, despair!
    Grape growers, wring your hands!
Lament the loss of wheat and barley.
    All crops have failed.
Vineyards dried up,
    fig trees withered,
Pomegranates, date palms, and apple trees—
    deadwood everywhere!
And joy is dried up and withered
    in the hearts of the people.

Nothing’s Going On in the Place of Worship

13-14 And also you priests,
    put on your robes and join the outcry.
You who lead people in worship,
    lead them in lament.
Spend the night dressed in gunnysacks,
    you servants of my God.
Nothing’s going on in the place of worship,
    no offerings, no prayers—nothing.
Declare a holy fast, call a special meeting,
    get the leaders together,
Round up everyone in the country.
    Get them into God’s Sanctuary for serious prayer to God.

15-18 What a day! Doomsday!
    God’s Judgment Day has come.
The Strong God has arrived.
    This is serious business!
Food is just a memory at our tables,
    as are joy and singing from God’s Sanctuary.
The seeds in the field are dead,
    barns deserted,
Grain silos abandoned.
    Who needs them? The crops have failed!
The farm animals groan—oh, how they groan!
    The cattle mill around.
There’s nothing for them to eat.
    Not even the sheep find anything.

19-20 God! I pray, I cry out to you!
    The fields are burning up,
The country is a dust bowl,
    forest and prairie fires rage unchecked.
Wild animals, dying of thirst,
    look to you for a drink.
Springs and streams are dried up.
    The whole country is burning up.