1Yo, this is the word from the Lord that dropped on Joel, son of Pethuel.

2Listen up, old heads, and all y’all living here. Has this ever happened in your time or your fam’s time?

3Tell your kids about it, and then let them spill the tea to their kids, and so on.

4What the palmerworm left? The locusts came in and snatched it; then the cankerworm took its turn, and the caterpillar finished it off.

5Wake up, you drunks, and start crying; all you wine lovers, it’s a sad day 'cause the new wine is gone.

6A whole nation rolled up on my land, super strong and endless, with teeth like a lion—no cap.

7They wrecked my vine and stripped my fig tree bare; they left it looking all sad and white.

8Cry like a bride in a rough spot 'cause her groom is gone.

9The offerings are cut off from the Lord's crib; the priests are out here mourning.

10The field’s a total wreck, the land’s feeling it; the corn’s gone, the new wine dried up, and the oil’s struggling.

11Shame on you farmers; howl, you vine workers, 'cause the wheat and barley are toast—harvest is a no-show.

12The vine’s dried out, the fig tree’s looking rough; the pomegranate, palm, and apple trees are all withered—joy is just gone from the people.

13Get your act together and lament, priests; howl, altar workers; come chill in sackcloth all night, my God’s ministers—offerings are being held back from your God’s house.

14Set up a fast, call everyone together, get the elders and all the homies to the Lord's house, and cry out to Him.

15Oof, the day is coming! The day of the Lord is near, and it’s gonna be a wild destruction from the Almighty.

16Isn’t the food cut off right in front of us? Joy and gladness are missing from our God’s house.

17The seeds are rotting under the dirt; the storage places are empty, the barns are falling apart—corn’s all dried up.

18The animals are groaning! The cattle are confused 'cause there’s no grass; even the sheep are left with nothing.

19Lord, I’m calling out to you; the fire’s devoured the wilderness pastures, and the flames burned down all the trees.

20The wild animals are crying to you too; the rivers are dried up, and the fire’s wrecked the wilderness pastures.

1The word of the Lord that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.

2Hear 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?

3Tell ye your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.

4That 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.

5Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.

6For 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.

7He 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.

8Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

9The meat offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the Lord; the priests, the Lord’s ministers, mourn.

10The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.

11Be ye ashamed, O ye husbandmen; howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field is perished.

12The 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.

13Gird 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.

14Sanctify 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,

15Alas for the day! for the day of the Lord is at hand, and as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.

16Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?

17The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.

18How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.

19O 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.

20The 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.