Joel 1:13 - 1:20

Gird yourselves with sackcloth

And lament, O priests;

Wail, O ministers of the altar!

Come, spend the night in sackcloth,

O ministers of my God;

For the grain offering and the drink offering

Are withheld from the house of your God.

Set apart a fast as holy,

Call for a solemn assembly;

Gather the elders

And all the inhabitants of the land

To the house of Yahweh your God,

And cry out to Yahweh.

Alas for the day!

For the day of Yahweh is near,

And it will come as destruction from the Almighty.

Has not food been cut off before our eyes,

Gladness and joy from the house of our God?

The seeds shrivel under their clods;

The storehouses are desolate;

The barns are pulled down,

For the grain is dried up.

How the beasts groan!

The herds of cattle wander aimlessly

Because there is no pasture for them;

Even the flocks of sheep suffer.

To You, O Yahweh, I cry;

For fire has consumed the pastures of the wilderness,

And the flame has burned up all the trees of the field.

Even the beasts of the field pant for You;

For the water brooks are dried up,

And fire has consumed the pastures of the wilderness.