1:1 The
word
of
the
Lord
that
came
to
Ioel
the
sonne
of
Pethuel.
1:2 Heare
this,
yee
olde
men,
and
giue
eare,
all
yee
inhabitants
of
the
lande:
Hath
this
been
in
your
dayes,
or
euen
in
the
dayes
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
palmer
worme
hath
left,
hath
the
locust
eaten;
and
that
which
the
locust
hath
left,
hath
the
canker-worme
eaten;
and
that
which
the
canker-worme
hath
left,
hath
the
caterpillar
eaten.
1:5 Awake
ye
drunkards,
and
weepe,
and
howle
all
yee
drinkers
of
wine,
because
of
the
new
wine,
for
it
is
cut
off
from
your
mouth.
1:6 For
a
nation
is
come
vp
vpon
my
lande,
strong,
and
without
number,
whose
teeth
are
the
teeth
of
a
lyon,
and
he
hath
the
cheeke-teeth
of
a
great
lyon.
1:7 He
hath
laide
my
vine
waste:
and
barked
my
figge-tree:
hee
hath
made
it
cleane
bare,
and
cast
it
away,
the
branches
thereof
are
made
white.
1:8 Lament
like
a
virgine
girded
with
sackecloth
for
the
husband
of
her
youth.
1:9 The
meate
offring
and
the
drinke
offering
is
cut
off
from
the
house
of
the
Lord,
the
Priestes
the
Lords
ministers
mourne.
1:10 The
field
is
wasted,
the
lande
mourneth;
for
the
corne
is
wasted:
the
new
wine
is
dried
vp,
the
oyle
languisheth.
1:11 Be
yee
ashamed,
O
yee
husbandmen:
howle,
O
yee
vine-dressers,
for
the
wheate
and
for
the
barley;
because
the
haruest
of
the
field
is
perished.
1:12 The
vine
is
dried
vp,
and
the
figgetree
languisheth,
the
pomegranate
tree,
the
palme
tree
also
and
the
apple
tree,
euen
all
the
trees
of
the
field
are
withered:
because
ioy
is
withered
away
from
the
sonnes
of
men.
1:13 Gird
your
selues,
and
lament,
yee
Priests:
howle,
ye
ministers
of
the
Altar:
come,
lie
all
night
in
sackecloth,
ye
ministers
of
my
God:
for
the
meat
offering
and
the
drinke
offering
is
withholden
from
the
house
of
your
God.
1:14 Sanctifie
yee
a
fast:
call
a
solemne
assembly:
gather
the
Elders,
and
all
the
inhabitants
of
the
land
into
the
house
of
the
Lord
your
God,
and
cry
vnto
the
Lord:
1:15 Alas
for
the
day:
for
the
day
of
the
Lord
is
at
hand,
and
as
a
destruction
from
the
Almightie
shall
it
come.
1:16 Is
not
the
meate
cut
off
before
your
eyes,
yea
ioy
and
gladnesse
from
the
house
of
our
God
1:17 The
seede
is
rotten
vnder
their
clods:
the
garners
are
laide
desolate:
the
barnes
are
broken
downe,
for
the
corne
is
withered.
1:18 How
doe
the
beastes
grone
the
heards
of
cattell
are
perplexed,
because
they
haue
no
pasture,
yea
the
flockes
of
sheepe
are
made
desolate.
1:19 O
Lord,
to
thee
will
I
crie:
for
the
fire
hath
deuoured
the
pastures
of
the
wildernesse,
and
the
flame
hath
burnt
all
the
trees
of
the
field.
1:20 The
beasts
of
the
field
crie
also
vnto
thee:
for
the
riuers
of
waters
are
dried
vp,
and
the
fire
hath
deuoured
the
pastures
of
the
wildernesse.