God’s message to Joel
1The LORD gave this message to Joel, [1]who was the son of Pethuel.Bad news ahead
2Listen to me you leaders of the land. [2]
Citizens, you need to listen, too.
Something new is going to happen.
You’ve not seen anything like this.
Neither have your ancestors.
Your children will tell their children.
And their children will pass it on.
4Whatever crops the cutting locusts [3] leave,
Swarming locusts will shred.
Whatever they leave, hopping locusts will enjoy,
And whatever they leave, destroying locusts will finish.
5Wake up you drunks.
Wake up to cry your eyes out.
Your wine supply has dried up.
That smooth, sweet wine is gone.
6An enemy nation has invaded my country.
Their army is strong,
With too many soldiers to count.
They can tear you up like teeth of a lion,
Like fangs of a mean momma lioness.
7Their army destroyed my vineyards.
They killed my fig trees,
Stripping the bark and throwing it away.
Branches are white and dying.
Go ahead and cry
8Cry like a virgin with a dead fiancé.
Dead before they had a chance to get married.
Grain is gone, and grain offerings with them.
Wine is gone, and the drink offerings, too.
Priests weep for that lost tradition.
Ministers cry at the end of an era.
10Fields lay empty.
Lonely ground mourns.
Grain is pillaged.
Vineyards shriveled.
Olive oil jars dry as bone.
11It’s time for farmers to feel the pain.
Sob, if you work in the vineyards.
Cry over wheat and barley,
For crops in the fields are ruined.
12Vines wither.
Fig trees droop.
Fruit is dried up, dead, and gone:
Pomegranate, palm figs, apple.
Joy of the people has dried up, too.
Time to dress in sackcloth
13Priests, it’s time to mourn and dress in sackcloth. [4]
It’s crying time, you ministers at the sacrificial altar.
Spend the night in sackcloth, ministers of God.
You’ll get no offerings of grain and wine. [5]
Call a meeting.
Assemble your citizens and their leaders.
Meet at the LORD’s House
And cry out for help.
15Sorry to say, the Day of the LORD [6] is almost here.
Sorry to say, it’ll be the LORD’s Day of Destruction.
16There’s no more food.
We can see that with our own eyes.
And there’s no more happiness
In worship at the House of our God.
17Seeds have died
Under dried clods of dirt.
Granaries lay empty,
Barns busted to ruins.
There’s no grain to store, anyhow.
18Hungry cattle groan.
Herds wander, confused.
They can’t find a pasture to graze.
Flocks of sheep stand and stare
At fields of nothing to eat.
19LORD, I’m asking for your help.
This devastation is a consuming fire. [7]
Pastures have burned in the flames.
Trees have disappeared from the countryside.
20Even the animals cry out to you.
For rivers and streams now run dry
And grazing fields are gone
All the way to the badland deserts.




