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

A call to lamentation

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

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Footnotes

  1. Joel 1:12 Or possibly apricot