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Joel

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1 The word of the LORD that came to Joel the son of Pethuel. 2 Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye in­hab­i­tants of the land. Hath this been in your days, or even in the days of your fa­thers? 3 Tell ye your chil­dren of it, and let your chil­dren tell their chil­dren, and their chil­dren an­oth­er gen­er­a­tion. 4 That which the palmer­worm hath left hath the lo­cust eat­en; and that which the lo­cust hath left hath the canker­worm eat­en; and that which the canker­worm hath left hath the cater­piller eat­en. 5 Awake, ye drunk­ards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, be­cause of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth. 6 For a na­tion is come up upon my land, strong, and with­out num­ber, whose teeth are the teeth of a li­on, and he hath the cheek teeth of a great li­on. 7 He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branch­es there­of are made white. 8 Lament like a vir­gin gird­ed with sack­cloth for the hus­band of her youth. 9 The meat of­fer­ing and the drink of­fer­ing is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD'S min­is­ters, mourn. 10 The field is wast­ed, the land mour­neth; for the corn is wast­ed: the new wine is dried up, the oil lan­guisheth. 11 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. 12 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. 13 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. 14 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, 15 Alas for the day! for the day of the LORD is at hand, and as a de­struc­tion from the Almighty shall it come. 16 Is not the meat cut off be­fore our eyes, yea, joy and glad­ness from the house of our God? 17 The seed is rot­ten un­der their clods, the gar­ners are laid des­o­late, the barns are bro­ken down; for the corn is with­ered. 18 How do the beasts groan! the herds of cat­tle are per­plexed, be­cause they have no pas­ture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made des­o­late. 19 O LORD, to thee will I cry: for the fire hath de­voured the pas­tures of the wilder­ness, and the flame hath burned all the trees of the field. 20 The beasts of the field cry also unto thee: for the rivers of wa­ters are dried up, and the fire hath de­voured the pas­tures of the wilder­ness.