What the locust left
The word of the Lord that came to Joel son of Pethuel. Listen to this, you old men. Everyone living in the land, take it in. Has anything like this happened in your time, or in your fathers' time? Tell your children about it. Let them tell their children, and their children the generation after. What the palmerworm left, the locust ate. What the locust left, the cankerworm ate. And what the cankerworm left, the caterpillar ate. Wake up, you drunks, and weep. Wail, all you wine drinkers, because the new wine has been cut off from your mouth. A nation has come up on my land — strong, and past counting. Its teeth are a lion's teeth, and it has the jaw teeth of a great lion. It has ruined my vine and stripped my fig tree. It has peeled the bark clean off and thrown it down, and the branches are left white. Grieve like a young woman in coarse mourning cloth for the husband of her youth. Grain offering and drink offering are cut off from the house of the Lord. The priests are in mourning, the Lord's ministers. The paddocks are ruined and the ground is in mourning. The grain is wrecked, the new wine has dried up, the oil has failed. Be ashamed, you farmers. Wail, you vinedressers, for the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field is gone. The vine has dried up and the fig tree has withered. Pomegranate, date palm and apple — every tree in the field is dried up. And joy has withered away from the people.
The word of the Lord that came to Joel son of Pethuel. Listen to this, you old men, and turn your ear, everyone living in the land. Has anything like this happened in your days, or in the days of your fathers? Tell your children about it, and let your children tell their children, and their children the next generation. What the cutting locust left, the swarming locust ate. And what the swarming locust left, the hopping locust ate. And what the hopping locust left, the destroying locust ate. Wake up, you drunks, and weep. And howl, all you wine drinkers, because of the new wine — because it's cut off from your mouth. Because a nation has come up over my land, strong and past counting. Its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and it's got the fangs of a lioness. It's laid my vine waste and stripped the bark off my fig tree. It's stripped it right bare and thrown it away, and its branches have gone white. Wail like a young woman in sackcloth for the husband of her youth. The grain offering and the drink offering are cut off from the house of the Lord. The priests, the servants of the Lord, are in mourning. The field is wasted and the ground mourns, because the grain is wasted, the new wine is dried up and the oil fails. Be ashamed, you farmers. Howl, you vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley — because the harvest of the field is lost. The vine is dried up and the fig tree droops. The pomegranate and the palm and the apple tree, all the trees of the field, are dried up. Because joy has dried up and gone from the sons of men.
The word of the LORD that came to Joel the son of Pethuel. 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? Tell ye your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation. 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. 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. 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. 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. Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth. The meat offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD’s ministers, mourn. 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.
The word of the Lord that came to Joel son of Pethuel.
The word of the LORD that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
Listen to this, you old men. Everyone living in the land, take it in. Has anything like this happened in your time, or in your fathers' time?
Listen to this, you old men, and turn your ear, everyone living in the land. Has anything like this happened in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
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?
Tell your children about it. Let them tell their children, and their children the generation after.
Tell your children about it, and let your children tell their children, and their children the next generation.
Tell ye your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.
What the palmerworm left, the locust ate. What the locust left, the cankerworm ate. And what the cankerworm left, the caterpillar ate.
What the cutting locust left, the swarming locust ate. And what the swarming locust left, the hopping locust ate. And what the hopping locust left, the destroying locust ate.
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.
Wake up, you drunks, and weep. Wail, all you wine drinkers, because the new wine has been cut off from your mouth.
Wake up, you drunks, and weep. And howl, all you wine drinkers, because of the new wine — because it's cut off from your mouth.
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.
A nation has come up on my land — strong, and past counting. Its teeth are a lion's teeth, and it has the jaw teeth of a great lion.
Because a nation has come up over my land, strong and past counting. Its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and it's got the fangs of a lioness.
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.
It has ruined my vine and stripped my fig tree. It has peeled the bark clean off and thrown it down, and the branches are left white.
It's laid my vine waste and stripped the bark off my fig tree. It's stripped it right bare and thrown it away, and its branches have gone white.
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.
Grieve like a young woman in coarse mourning cloth for the husband of her youth.
Wail like a young woman in sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Grain offering and drink offering are cut off from the house of the Lord. The priests are in mourning, the Lord's ministers.
The grain offering and the drink offering are cut off from the house of the Lord. The priests, the servants of the Lord, are in mourning.
The meat offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD’s ministers, mourn.
The paddocks are ruined and the ground is in mourning. The grain is wrecked, the new wine has dried up, the oil has failed.
The field is wasted and the ground mourns, because the grain is wasted, the new wine is dried up and the oil fails.
The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.
Be ashamed, you farmers. Wail, you vinedressers, for the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field is gone.
Be ashamed, you farmers. Howl, you vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley — because the harvest of the field is lost.
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 has dried up and the fig tree has withered. Pomegranate, date palm and apple — every tree in the field is dried up. And joy has withered away from the people.
The vine is dried up and the fig tree droops. The pomegranate and the palm and the apple tree, all the trees of the field, are dried up. Because joy has dried up and gone from the sons of men.
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.
Call a fast
Put on coarse mourning cloth and mourn, you priests. Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come and lie all night in coarse mourning cloth, you ministers of my God, because the grain offering and drink offering are kept back from the house of your God. Call a fast. Call a special assembly. Gather the elders and everyone living in the land to the house of the Lord your God, and cry out to the Lord. What a terrible day. The day of the Lord is close, and it comes as destruction from the Almighty. Hasn't the food been cut off before our very eyes — and joy and gladness from the house of our God? The seed rots under the clods. The storehouses lie desolate, the barns are broken down, because the grain has withered. How the animals groan. The cattle mill about, because there is no feed for them. Even the flocks of sheep are suffering for it. Lord, I call to you. Fire has eaten the pastures out on the open country, and flame has burned every tree in the field. Even the wild animals cry out to you, because the watercourses have dried up, and fire has eaten the pastures out in the open country.
Strap yourselves up and mourn, you priests. Howl, you servants of the altar. Come and lie all night in sackcloth, you servants of my God. Because the grain offering and the drink offering are held back from the house of your God. Set a fast apart. Call a solemn gathering. Gather the elders and everyone living in the land into the house of the Lord your God, and cry out to the Lord. What a day. Because the day of the Lord is close, and it'll come like ruin from the Almighty. Isn't the food cut off in front of our eyes — and joy and gladness out of the house of our God? The seed rots under the clods. The storehouses are wrecked, the barns pulled down, because the grain has withered. How the animals groan. The herds of cattle wander about, because they've got no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are suffering. Lord, I cry out to you. Because the fire has eaten up the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burnt all the trees of the field. The animals of the field cry out to you too, because the streams of water are dried up and the fire has eaten up the pastures of the wilderness.
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. How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate. 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. 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.
Put on coarse mourning cloth and mourn, you priests. Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come and lie all night in coarse mourning cloth, you ministers of my God, because the grain offering and drink offering are kept back from the house of your God.
Strap yourselves up and mourn, you priests. Howl, you servants of the altar. Come and lie all night in sackcloth, you servants of my God. Because the grain offering and the drink offering are held back from the house of your God.
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.
Call a fast. Call a special assembly. Gather the elders and everyone living in the land to the house of the Lord your God, and cry out to the Lord.
Set a fast apart. Call a solemn gathering. Gather the elders and everyone living in the land into the house of the Lord your God, and cry out to the Lord.
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.
What a terrible day. The day of the Lord is close, and it comes as destruction from the Almighty.
What a day. Because the day of the Lord is close, and it'll come like ruin from the Almighty.
Alas for the day! for the day of the LORD is at hand, and as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.
Hasn't the food been cut off before our very eyes — and joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Isn't the food cut off in front of our eyes — and joy and gladness out of the house of our God?
Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
The seed rots under the clods. The storehouses lie desolate, the barns are broken down, because the grain has withered.
The seed rots under the clods. The storehouses are wrecked, the barns pulled down, because the grain has withered.
The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.
How the animals groan. The cattle mill about, because there is no feed for them. Even the flocks of sheep are suffering for it.
How the animals groan. The herds of cattle wander about, because they've got no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are suffering.
How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
Lord, I call to you. Fire has eaten the pastures out on the open country, and flame has burned every tree in the field.
Lord, I cry out to you. Because the fire has eaten up the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burnt all the trees of the field.
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.
Even the wild animals cry out to you, because the watercourses have dried up, and fire has eaten the pastures out in the open country.
The animals of the field cry out to you too, because the streams of water are dried up and the fire has eaten up the pastures of the wilderness.
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.