1The aword of 1Yahweh that came to bJoel, the son of Pethuel:
2aHearthis, O belders,And giveear, allinhabitants of the land.cHas anything likethishappened in your daysOr in your fathers’days?3aRecount about it to your sons,And let your sonsrecount about it to their sons,And their sons to the nextgeneration.4What the agnawinglocust has left, the swarminglocust has consumed;And what the bswarminglocust has left, the creepinglocust has consumed;And what the creepinglocust has left, the cstrippinglocust has consumed.5Awake, adrunkards, and weep;And wail, all you winedrinkers,Onaccountof the sweetwineThat is bcutoff from your mouth.6For a anation has comeupagainst my land,Mighty and withoutnumber;bIts teeth are the teeth of a lion,And it has the fangs of a lioness.7It has amade my vine a desolationAnd my figtree1splinters.It has stripped them bare and castthemaway;Their branches have becomewhite.8aWail like a virginbgirded with sackclothFor the bridegroom of her youth.9The agrain offering and the drinkoffering are cutoffFrom the house of Yahweh.The bpriestsmourn,The ministers of Yahweh.10The field is adestroyed;bThe landmourns,For the grain is destroyed,The newwinedriesup,Freshoil1fails.111,aBeashamed, O farmers,Wail, O vinedressers,For the wheat and the barley,Because the bharvest of the fieldperishes.12The avinedriesup,And the figtree1fails;The bpomegranate, the cpalmalso, and the 2,dappletree,All the trees of the fielddryup.Indeed, erejoicingdriesupFrom the sons of men.
The Day of Yahweh Is Near
13aGirdyourselveswith sackclothAnd lament, O priests;bWail, O ministers of the altar!Come, cspendthenight in sackcloth,O ministers of my God;For the grain offering and the drinkofferingAre withheld from the house of your God.14aSetapart a fastasholy,Call for a bsolemnassembly;Gather the eldersAndall the inhabitants of the landTo the house of Yahweh your God,And ccryout to Yahweh.15aAlas for the day!For the bday of Yahweh is near,And it will come as cdestruction from the 1Almighty.16Has not afood been cutoffbefore our eyes,Gladness and bjoy from the house of our God?17The 1,aseedsshrivelunder their 2clods;The storehousesaredesolate;The barns are pulleddown,For the grain is driedup.18Howathe beastsgroan!The herds of cattlewanderaimlesslyBecausethereisnopasture for them;Even the flocks of sheep1suffer.19aTo You, O Yahweh, I cry;For bfire has consumed the pastures of the wilderness,And the flame has burnedupall the trees of the field.20Even the beasts of the field1,apant for You;For the bwaterbrooks are driedup,And fire has consumed the pastures of the wilderness.