Joel 1

²Hear this, you elders,

³Tell your children about it,

⁴What the swarming locust has left, the great locust has eaten.

⁵Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!

⁶For a nation has come up on my land, strong, and without number.

⁷He has laid my vine waste,

⁸Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth

⁹The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the LORD’s house.

¹⁰The field is laid waste.

¹¹Be confounded, you farmers!

¹²The vine has dried up, and the fig tree withered—

¹³Put on sackcloth and mourn, you priests!

¹⁴Sanctify a fast.

¹⁵Alas for the day!

¹⁶Isn’t the food cut off before our eyes,

¹⁷The seeds rot under their clods.

¹⁸How the animals groan!

¹⁹LORD, I cry to you,

²⁰Yes, the animals of the field pant to you,