21 “People have heard my groaning,(A)
    but there is no one to comfort me.(B)
All my enemies have heard of my distress;
    they rejoice(C) at what you have done.
May you bring the day(D) you have announced
    so they may become like me.

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21 They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, and they shall be like unto me.

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Mourn like a virgin in sackcloth(A)
    grieving for the betrothed of her youth.
Grain offerings and drink offerings(B)
    are cut off from the house of the Lord.
The priests are in mourning,(C)
    those who minister before the Lord.
10 The fields are ruined,
    the ground is dried up;(D)
the grain is destroyed,
    the new wine(E) is dried up,
    the olive oil fails.(F)

11 Despair, you farmers,(G)
    wail, you vine growers;
grieve for the wheat and the barley,(H)
    because the harvest of the field is destroyed.(I)
12 The vine is dried up
    and the fig tree is withered;(J)
the pomegranate,(K) the palm and the apple[a] tree—
    all the trees of the field—are dried up.(L)
Surely the people’s joy
    is withered away.

A Call to Lamentation

13 Put on sackcloth,(M) you priests, and mourn;
    wail, you who minister(N) before the altar.
Come, spend the night in sackcloth,
    you who minister before my God;
for the grain offerings and drink offerings(O)
    are withheld from the house of your God.

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Footnotes

  1. Joel 1:12 Or possibly apricot

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

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

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

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

12 The 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.

13 Gird 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.

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