Laid waste is the field, in grief is the soil, - for laid waste is the corn, abashed is the new wine, languisheth the oil.

Turn pale, ye husbandmen, howl, ye vinedressers, over the wheat, and over the barley, - for perished is the harvest of the field.

The vine, is abashed, and, the fig-tree, languisheth, - pomegranate, palm also, and apple - all the trees of the field, have withered, Yea abashed is gladness, away from the sons of men.

Alas for the day! For near is the day of Yahweh, and, as a veritable Destruction from the Destroyer, shall it come.

Is it not, before our eyes, that, food, hath been cut off? From the house of our God, rejoicing and exultation.

Rotted hath the seed, under their clods, Laid waste are their stores, Thrown down are the garners, - Yea abashed is the corn.

How do the beasts groan! Perplexed are the herds of oxen, because there is no pasture for them, - even, the flocks of sheep, are destroyed!

Blow ye a horn in Zion, sound an alarm in my holy mountain, let all the inhabitants of the land, tremble, - for coming is the day of Yahweh, for it is near! -

A day of obscurity and deep gloom, a day of cloud, and thick darkness, as dusk, spread over the mountains, - a people, many and bold, like whom, hath not been from age-past times, and, after whom, shall not be again unto the years of generation after generation.

Before him, hath a fire, devoured, and, after him, shall a flame, consume, - As the garden of Eden, is the land before him, but, after him, a desert most desolate, Moreover also, escape, giveth he none.

As the appearance of horses, is his appearance, and, as war-horses, so, shall they run:

And, Yahweh, hath uttered his voice, before his host, for great indeed is his camp, for bold is he who executeth his word, - for great is the day of Yahweh, and awful exceedingly, Who then shall endure it?

And rend your heart, and not your garments, turn therefore, unto Yahweh your God, - for, gracious and full of compassion, is he, slow to anger, and abundant in loving- kindness, and will grieve over calamity.

Between the porch and the altar, let the priests, weep, the attendants of Yahweh, - and let them say - Look with pity, O Yahweh, upon thy people, and do not deliver thine inheritance to reproach, that the nations, should mock them, Why should they say among the peoples, Where is their God?

And it shall come to pass, whosoever, shall call on the name of Yahweh, shall be delivered, - For in Mount Zion, and in Jerusalem, shall be a delivered remnant, just as Yahweh hath said, and among the survivors, whom Yahweh doth call.

Beat your plough-shares into swords, and your pruning-hooks into spears, - as for the weak, let him say, mighty, I am.

Thrust ye in the vintage knife, for, grown ripe, is the vintage, - Go in, tread down, for full is the winepress, flow over do the vats, for abundant is their wickedness.

Multitudes, multitudes, in the vale of strict decision, - for near is the day of Yahweh, in the vale of strict decision.

And I will free from their blood-guiltiness them whom I had not freed, - for, Yahweh, is about to make his habitation in Zion.