Four kinds of locusts strip the land bare in successive waves, farmers and priests are called to mourn, and the prophet warns that the day of the LORD is at hand.
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Lyrics
Hear this, you elders Give ear, all you inhabitants of the land
Has anything like this happened in your days Or in the days of your fathers Tell your children of it, let your children tell their children
What the cutting locust left, the swarming locust has eaten What the swarming locust left, the crawling locust has eaten What the crawling locust left, the consuming locust has eaten
Awake, you drunkards, and weep Wail, all you drinkers of wine Because of the new wine, for it is cut off
A nation has come into my land, powerful and without number Their teeth are the teeth of a lion They have the fangs of a lioness
They have laid waste my vine and splintered my fig tree They have stripped its bark and caused it to wither The branches have turned white
Mourn like a virgin girded with sackcloth For the husband of her youth The grain offering and the drink offering are cut off
The priests, the LORD’s ministers, mourn The fields are laid waste The grain is destroyed
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