1 The word of the Lord that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
2 Hear this, ye a, and give ear, all ye b of the land. Hath this been in your days, or even in the days of your fathers?
3 Tell ye your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.
4 a which the palmerworm hath left hath the b eaten; and that which the locust hath left hath the cankerworm eaten; and that which the cankerworm hath left hath the caterpiller eaten.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is a from your mouth.
6 For a nation is come up upon my land, strong, and without a, whose b are the teeth of a lion, and he hath the cheek teeth of a great lion.
7 He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.
8 ¶Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the a of her youth.
9 The meat offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the Lord; the priests, the Lord’s ministers, mourn.
10 The field is wasted, the a mourneth; for the b is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.
11 Be ye ashamed, O ye husbandmen; howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field is perished.
12 The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languisheth; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field, are withered: because a is withered away from the sons of men.
13 a yourselves, and lament, ye priests: howl, ye ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: for the meat offering and the drink offering is withholden from the house of your God.
14 ¶Sanctify ye a a, call a b, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of the Lord your God, and cry unto the Lord,
15 Alas for the day! for the a of the Lord is at hand, and as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.
16 Is not the a cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 The seed is rotten under their clods, the a are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.
18 How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
19 O Lord, to thee will I cry: for the a hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame hath burned all the trees of the field.
20 The a of the field cry also unto thee: for the rivers of waters are dried up, and the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.