Joel 1:13

“When you cultivate the ground, it will no longer yield its strength to you; you will be a vagrant and a wanderer on the earth.”

Therefore in that day Lord Yahweh of hosts called you to weeping, to wailing, To shaving the head, and to wearing sackcloth.

How long is the land to mourn And the plants of every field to dry up? Because of the evil of those who inhabit it, Animals and birds have been swept away, Because men have said, “He will not see our latter ending.”

The roads of Zion are in mourning Because no one comes to the appointed times. All her gates are desolate; Her priests are sighing, Her virgins are grieving, And she herself is bitter.

“Cry out and wail, son of man; for it is against My people; it is against all the princes of Israel. They are delivered over to the sword with My people; therefore slap your thigh.

“Son of man, prophesy and say, ‘Thus says Lord Yahweh, “Wail, ‘Alas for the day!’

What will you do on the day of the appointed festival And on the day of the feast of Yahweh?

Wail like a virgin girded with sackcloth For the bridegroom of her youth.

The grain offering and the drink offering are cut off From the house of Yahweh. The priests mourn, The ministers of Yahweh.

Who knows whether He will not turn and relent And leave a blessing behind Him, Even a grain offering and a drink offering For Yahweh your God?

“And I will give authority to my two witnesses, and they will prophesy for 1,260 days, clothed in sackcloth.”

The Day of Yahweh Is Near