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Hear this, you elders,
    And listen, all you inhabitants of the land.
Has this ever happened in your days,
    or in the days of your fathers?
Tell your children about it,
    and have your children tell their children,
    and their children, another generation.
What the swarming locust has left, the great locust has eaten.
    What the great locust has left, the grasshopper has eaten.
    What the grasshopper has left, the caterpillar has eaten.
Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!
    Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine;
    for it is cut off from your mouth.
For a nation has come up on my land, strong, and without number.
    His teeth are the teeth of a lion,
    and he has the fangs of a lioness.
He has laid my vine waste,
    and stripped my fig tree.
    He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away.
    Its branches are made white.
Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth! The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from Yahweh’s house.
    The priests, Yahweh’s ministers, mourn.
10 The field is laid waste.
    The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed,
    The new wine has dried up,
    and the oil languishes.
11 Be confounded, you farmers!
    Wail, you vineyard keepers;
    for the wheat and for the barley;
    for the harvest of the field has perished.
12 The vine has dried up, and the fig tree withered;
    the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree,
    even all of the trees of the field are withered;
    for joy has withered away from the sons of men.

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A Lament Over the Land

Hear this, O elders,
    and give ear, all the inhabitants of the land.
Has this happened in your days?
    Or the days of your ancestors?
Tell it to your children,
    and your children to their children,
        and their children to the following generation.
What the cutting locust left,
    the swarming locust has eaten.
What the swarming locust left,
    the hopping locust has eaten.
And what the hopping locust left,
    the destroying locust has eaten.
Wake up, drunkards, and weep!
Wail, all drinkers of wine, over the new wine,
    for it is cut off from your mouth.
Because a nation has invaded[a] my land,
    strong and beyond counting.[b]
Its teeth are the teeth of a lion,
    and its fangs are those of a lioness.
It has made my vine a desolation,
    and my fig tree a completely splintered stump.
It has stripped them bare and thrown them down;
    their branches have turned white.
Lament like a virgin girded in sackcloth
    for the husband of her youth.
The offering and libation are withheld
    from the house[c] of Yahweh.
The priests mourn,
    the ministers of Yahweh.
10 The field is destroyed;
    the earth mourns
because the grain is destroyed,
    the new wine dries up,
        the olive oil languishes.
11 Be ashamed, farmers;
    Wail, vinedressers,
over the wheat and over the barley,
    because the harvest of the field is ruined.
12 The vine withers
    and the fig tree droops.
The pomegranate tree, and also the palm tree, the apple tree
    —all the trees of the field—are dried up.
Indeed, joy is dried up
    among the sons of men.

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Footnotes

  1. Joel 1:6 Literally “come up against”
  2. Joel 1:6 Literally “without number”
  3. Joel 1:9 Or “temple”