Joel 1:7-9

The Voice

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.

⁸Wail 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.
⁹Those who serve the Eternal One,
    His priests, are in mourning too—
Because no one is able to bring grain or wine to offer
    in the Eternal’s temple.