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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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Mourning over the Locust Plague

Hear this, you leaders of the people.
    Listen, all who live in the land.
In all your history,
    has anything like this happened before?
Tell your children about it in the years to come,
    and let your children tell their children.
    Pass the story down from generation to generation.
After the cutting locusts finished eating the crops,
    the swarming locusts took what was left!
After them came the hopping locusts,
    and then the stripping locusts,[a] too!

Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!
    Wail, all you wine-drinkers!
All the grapes are ruined,
    and all your sweet wine is gone.
A vast army of locusts[b] has invaded my land,
    a terrible army too numerous to count.
Its teeth are like lions’ teeth,
    its fangs like those of a lioness.
It has destroyed my grapevines
    and ruined my fig trees,
stripping their bark and destroying it,
    leaving the branches white and bare.

Weep like a bride dressed in black,
    mourning the death of her husband.
For there is no grain or wine
    to offer at the Temple of the Lord.
So the priests are in mourning.
    The ministers of the Lord are weeping.
10 The fields are ruined,
    the land is stripped bare.
The grain is destroyed,
    the grapes have shriveled,
    and the olive oil is gone.

11 Despair, all you farmers!
    Wail, all you vine growers!
Weep, because the wheat and barley—
    all the crops of the field—are ruined.
12 The grapevines have dried up,
    and the fig trees have withered.
The pomegranate trees, palm trees, and apple trees—
    all the fruit trees—have dried up.
    And the people’s joy has dried up with them.

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Footnotes

  1. 1:4 The precise identification of the four kinds of locusts mentioned here is uncertain.
  2. 1:6 Hebrew A nation.