Noyes - Joel - 1

1:1  The word of Jehovah, which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.

1:2  Hear this, ye old men; Give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land! Hath such a thing happened in your days, Or even in the days of your fathers?

1:3  Tell ye your children of it, And let your children tell their children, And their children another generation!

1:4  That which the gnawing-locust left hath the swarming-locust eaten, And that which the swarming-locust left hath the licking-locust eaten, And that which the licking-locust left hath the consuming-locust eaten.

1:5  Awake, ye drunkards, and weep! Howl, all ye drinkers of wine, For the new wine, which is snatched from your mouths!

1:6  For a nation hath come up on my land, Strong, and not to be numbered; Their teeth are the teeth of the lion; They have the jaw-teeth of the lioness.

1:7  They have made my vine a desolation, And my fig-tree a broken branch; They have made it quite bare and cast it away; The branches thereof are made white.

1:8  Lament ye, like a bride, Clothed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!

1:9  The flour-offering and the drink-offering are cut off from the house of Jehovah; The priests, the servants of Jehovah mourn.

1:10  The field is laid waste; The ground mourneth, For the corn is laid waste; The new wine is dried up; The oil languisheth.

1:11  Lament, O ye husbandmen, Howl, O ye vine-dressers, For the wheat and the barley, For the harvest of the field hath perished!

1:12  The vine is dried up, And the fig-tree languisheth; The pomegranate, the palm-tree, and the apple-tree,—All the trees of the field, are withered; Yea, joy is withered away from the sons of men.

1:13  Gird yourselves with sackcloth and mourn, ye priests! Howl, ye ministers of the altar! Come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God, For the flour-offering and the drink-offering are withholden from the house of your God!

1:14  Appoint ye a fast, proclaim a solemn assembly! Gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land Into the house of Jehovah, your God, And cry unto Jehovah!

1:15  Alas, alas the day! For the day of Jehovah is near; Even as destruction from the Almighty doth it come.

1:16  Is not our food cut off from before our eyes, Yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?

1:17  The seeds are rotten under their clods, The storehouses are laid desolate, the garners are destroyed; For the corn is withered.

1:18  How do the beasts groan, How do the herds of oxen wander perplexed, Having no pasture! The flocks of sheep also are destroyed.

1:19  To thee, O Jehovah, do I call, For a fire hath devoured the pastures of the desert, And a flame hath burned all the trees of the field!

1:20  The beasts of the field, also, cry unto thee, For the streams of water are dried up, And a fire hath devoured the pastures of the desert!