Joel 1:6-2:11

6A nation has invaded my land, a mighty army without number; it has the teeth of a lion, the fangs of a lioness.

7It has laid waste my vines and ruined my fig trees. It has stripped off their bark and thrown it away, leaving their branches white.

8Mourn like a virgin in sackcloth grieving for the betrothed of her youth.

9Grain offerings and drink offerings are cut off from the house of the LORD . The priests are in mourning, those who minister before the LORD .

10The fields are ruined, the ground is dried up; the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, the olive oil fails.

11Despair, you farmers, wail, you vine growers; grieve for the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field is destroyed.

12The vine is dried up and the fig tree is withered; the pomegranate, the palm and the apple Or possibly apricot tree— all the trees of the field—are dried up. Surely the people’s joy is withered away.

A Call to Lamentation 13Put 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.

14Declare 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 .

15Alas for that day! For the day of the LORD is near; it will come like destruction from the Almighty. Hebrew Shaddai

16Has not the food been cut off before our very eyes— joy and gladness from the house of our God?

17The seeds are shriveled beneath the clods. The meaning of the Hebrew for this word is uncertain. The storehouses are in ruins, the granaries have been broken down, for the grain has dried up.

18How the cattle moan! The herds mill about because they have no pasture; even the flocks of sheep are suffering.

19To you, LORD, I call, for fire has devoured the pastures in the wilderness and flames have burned up all the trees of the field. 20Even the wild animals pant for you; the streams of water have dried up and fire has devoured the pastures in the wilderness.

An Army of Locusts 1Blow the trumpet in Zion; sound the alarm on my holy hill. Let all who live in the land tremble, for the day of the LORD is coming. It is close at hand—

2a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and blackness. Like dawn spreading across the mountains a large and mighty army comes, such as never was in ancient times nor ever will be in ages to come.

3Before them fire devours, behind them a flame blazes. Before them the land is like the garden of Eden, behind them, a desert waste— nothing escapes them.

4They have the appearance of horses; they gallop along like cavalry.

5With a noise like that of chariots they leap over the mountaintops, like a crackling fire consuming stubble, like a mighty army drawn up for battle.

6At the sight of them, nations are in anguish; every face turns pale.

7They charge like warriors; they scale walls like soldiers. They all march in line, not swerving from their course.

8They do not jostle each other; each marches straight ahead. They plunge through defenses without breaking ranks.

9They rush upon the city; they run along the wall. They climb into the houses; like thieves they enter through the windows.

10Before them the earth shakes, the heavens tremble, the sun and moon are darkened, and the stars no longer shine.

11The LORD thunders at the head of his army; his forces are beyond number, and mighty is the army that obeys his command. The day of the LORD is great; it is dreadful. Who can endure it?