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The word of the LORD that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
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Hear this, you elders, And give ear, all you inhabitants of the land! Has anything like this happened in your days, Or even in the days of your fathers?
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Tell your children about it, Let your children tell their children, And their children another generation.
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What the chewing locust left, the swarming locust has eaten; What the swarming locust left, the crawling locust has eaten; And what the crawling locust left, the consuming locust has eaten.
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Awake, you drunkards, and weep; And wail, all you drinkers of wine, Because of the new wine, For it has been cut off from your mouth.
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For a nation has come up against My land, Strong, and without number; His teeth are the teeth of a lion, And he has the fangs of a fierce lion.
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He has laid waste My vine, And ruined My fig tree; He has stripped it bare and thrown it away; Its branches are made white.
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Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth For the husband of her youth.
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The grain offering and the drink offering Have been cut off from the house of the LORD; The priests mourn, who minister to the LORD.
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The field is wasted, The land mourns; For the grain is ruined, The new wine is dried up, The oil fails.
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Be ashamed, you farmers, Wail, you vinedressers, For the wheat and the barley; Because the harvest of the field has perished.
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The vine has dried up, And the fig tree has withered; The pomegranate tree, The palm tree also, And the apple tree--All the trees of the field are withered; Surely joy has withered away from the sons of men.
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Gird yourselves and lament, you priests; Wail, you who minister before the altar; Come, lie all night in sackcloth, You who minister to my God; For the grain offering and the drink offering Are withheld from the house of your God.
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Consecrate a fast, Call a sacred assembly; Gather the elders And all the inhabitants of the land Into the house of the LORD your God, And cry out to the LORD.
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Alas for the day! For the day of the LORD is at hand; It shall come as destruction from the Almighty.
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Is not the food cut off before our eyes, Joy and gladness from the house of our God?
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The seed shrivels under the clods, Storehouses are in shambles; Barns are broken down, For the grain has withered.
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How the animals groan! The herds of cattle are restless, Because they have no pasture; Even the flocks of sheep suffer punishment.
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O LORD, to You I cry out; For fire has devoured the open pastures, And a flame has burned all the trees of the field.
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The beasts of the field also cry out to You, For the water brooks are dried up, And fire has devoured the open pastures.
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