Joel 1:6-8

The Voice

⁶ Eternal One: For a people invaded My land.
        Their army is strong; their numbers cannot be counted.
    They attack with teeth as sharp as a lion’s;
        they bare their fangs like a lioness.
⁷     My vines are ruined.
        My fig trees are reduced to stumps now.
    These enemy insects have stripped off the bark and tossed My trees aside like refuse.
        The branches lie bare, broken and white.

⁸ Wail like a bride dressed in sackcloth instead of her gown, as a virgin
    mourning the death of the groom she’d long been betrothed to.