Joel 1:10–17

The fields are destroyed,

the ground mourns,

because the grain is destroyed,

the wine dries up,

the oil languishes.

Be ashamed, O tillers of the soil;

wail, O vinedressers,

for the wheat and the barley,

because the harvest of the field has perished.

The vine dries up;

the fig tree languishes.

Pomegranate, palm, and apple,

all the trees of the field are dried up,

and gladness dries up

from the children of man.

Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests;

wail, O ministers of the altar.

Go in, pass the night in sackcloth,

O ministers of my God!

Because grain offering and drink offering

are withheld from the house of your God.

Consecrate a fast;

call a solemn assembly.

Gather the elders

and all the inhabitants of the land

to the house of the Lord your God,

and cry out to the Lord.

Alas for the day!

For the day of the Lord is near,

and as destruction from the Almighty it comes.

Is not the food cut off

before our eyes,

joy and gladness

from the house of our God?

The seed shrivels under the clods;

the storehouses are desolate;

the granaries are torn down

because the grain has dried up.

The fields are ruined,

the ground is dried up;

the grain is destroyed,

the new wine is dried up,

the olive oil fails.

Despair, you farmers,

wail, you vine growers;

grieve for the wheat and the barley,

because the harvest of the field is destroyed.

The vine is dried up

and the fig tree is withered;

the pomegranate, the palm and the apple tree—

all the trees of the field—are dried up.

Surely the people’s joy

is withered away.

Put on sackcloth, you priests, and mourn;

wail, you who minister before the altar.

Come, spend the night in sackcloth,

you who minister before my God;

for the grain offerings and drink offerings

are withheld from the house of your God.

Declare a holy fast;

call a sacred assembly.

Summon the elders

and all who live in the land

to the house of the Lord your God,

and cry out to the Lord.

Alas for that day!

For the day of the Lord is near;

it will come like destruction from the Almighty.

Has not the food been cut off

before our very eyes—

joy and gladness

from the house of our God?

The seeds are shriveled

beneath the clods.

The storehouses are in ruins,

the granaries have been broken down,

for the grain has dried up.

The fields are destroyed;

the land grieves;

indeed, the grain is destroyed;

the new wine is dried up;

and the fresh oil fails.

Be ashamed, you farmers,

wail, you vinedressers,

over the wheat and the barley,

because the harvest of the field has perished.

The grapevine is dried up,

and the fig tree is withered;

the pomegranate, the date palm, and the apple—

all the trees of the orchard—have withered.

Indeed, human joy has dried up.

Dress in sackcloth and lament, you priests;

wail, you ministers of the altar.

Come and spend the night in sackcloth,

you ministers of my God,

because grain and drink offerings

are withheld from the house of your God.

Announce a sacred fast;

proclaim a solemn assembly!

Gather the elders

and all the residents of the land

at the house of the Lord your God,

and cry out to the Lord.

Woe because of that day!

For the day of the Lord is near

and will come as devastation from the Almighty.

Hasn’t the food been cut off

before our eyes,

joy and gladness

from the house of our God?

The seeds lie shriveled in their casings.

The storehouses are in ruin,

and the granaries are broken down,

because the grain has withered away.

The fields are ruined,

the land is stripped bare.

The grain is destroyed,

the grapes have shriveled,

and the olive oil is gone.

Despair, all you farmers!

Wail, all you vine growers!

Weep, because the wheat and barley—

all the crops of the field—are ruined.

The grapevines have dried up,

and the fig trees have withered.

The pomegranate trees, palm trees, and apple trees—

all the fruit trees—have dried up.

And the people’s joy has dried up with them.

Dress yourselves in burlap and weep, you priests!

Wail, you who serve before the altar!

Come, spend the night in burlap,

you ministers of my God.

For there is no grain or wine

to offer at the Temple of your God.

Announce a time of fasting;

call the people together for a solemn meeting.

Bring the leaders

and all the people of the land

into the Temple of the Lord your God,

and cry out to him there.

The day of the Lord is near,

the day when destruction comes from the Almighty.

How terrible that day will be!

Our food disappears before our very eyes.

No joyful celebrations are held in the house of our God.

The seeds die in the parched ground,

and the grain crops fail.

The barns stand empty,

and granaries are abandoned.

The field is destroyed;

the earth mourns

because the grain is destroyed,

the new wine dries up,

the olive oil languishes.

Be ashamed, farmers;

Wail, vinedressers,

over the wheat and over the barley,

because the harvest of the field is ruined.

The vine withers

and the fig tree droops.

The pomegranate tree, and also the palm tree, the apple tree

—all the trees of the field—are dried up.

Indeed, joy is dried up

among the sons of men.

Gird yourselves and lament, O priests!

Wail, O ministers of the altar!

Come spend the night in sackcloth,

O ministers of my God,

because offering and libation

are withheld from the house of your God.

Solemnize a fast!

Call an assembly!

Gather the elders,

all of the inhabitants of the land

in the house of Yahweh your God,

and cry out to Yahweh.

Ah! For the day!

For the day of Yahweh is near.

It will come like destruction from Shaddai.

Is not food cut off

before our eyes,

from the house of our God,

joy and gladness?

The seeds shrivel under their clods;

the storehouses are desolate.

The grain storage places are destroyed

because grain has dried out.

The field is wasted, the land mourneth;

For the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.

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.

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.

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.

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,

Alas for the day! for the day of the Lord is at hand,

And as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.

Is not the meat cut off before our eyes,

Yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?

The seed is rotten under their clods,

The garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down;

For the corn is withered.