Joel

001:001 The word of the Lord that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
001:002 Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land. Hath this been in your days, or even in the days of your fathers?
001:003 Tell ye your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.
001:004 That which the palmerworm hath left hath the locust eaten; and that which the locust hath left hath the cankerworm eaten; and that which the cankerworm hath left hath the caterpiller eaten.
001:005 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
001:006 For a nation is come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he hath the cheek teeth of a great lion.
001:007 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.
001:008 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
001:009 The meat offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the Lord; the priests, the Lord’s ministers, mourn.
001:010 The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.
001:011 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.
001:012 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 joy is withered away from the sons of men.
001:013 Gird 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.
001:014 Sanctify ye a fast, call a solemn assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of the Lord your God, and cry unto the Lord,
001:015 Alas for the day! for the day of the Lord is at hand, and as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.
001:016 Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
001:017 The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.
001:018 How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
001:019 O Lord, to thee will I cry: for the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame hath burned all the trees of the field.
001:020 The beasts 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.