by Robinette on Tue Dec 09, 2008 11:08 pm
Joel 1:10-12 The field is wasted, the land mourns; for the grain is ruined, the new wine is dried up, the oil fails. Be ashamed, you farmers, wail, you vinedressers, for the wheat and the barley; because the harvest of the field has perished. The vine has dried up, and the fig tree has withered; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree—all the trees of the field are withered; surely joy has withered away from the sons of men.
These people aren't farmers... they are like waves of locusts that have come in and stripped bare every tree and every stalk of grain they could find. They have devoured with a voracity unlike anything we have ever seen. Everything is gone. Those crops—those beautiful crops that were loved so dearly, and which came about because of their own hard work (or so they thought)—were gone.