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| 1:1 |
The word of the Lord that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel:
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| 1:2 |
Hear this, O elders, And listen, all inhabitants of the land. Has anything like this happened in your days Or in your fathers' days?
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| 1:3 |
Tell your sons about it, And let your sons tell their sons, And their sons the next generation.
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| 1:4 |
What the gnawing locust has left, the swarming locust has eaten; And what the swarming locust has left, the creeping locust has eaten; And what the creeping locust has left, the stripping locust has eaten.
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| 1:5 |
Awake, drunkards, and weep; And wail, all you wine drinkers, On account of the sweet wine That is cut off from your mouth.
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| 1:6 |
For a nation has invaded my land, Mighty and without number; Its teeth are the teeth of a lion, And it has the fangs of a lioness.
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| 1:7 |
It has made my vine a waste And my fig tree splinters. It has stripped them bare and cast them away; Their branches have become white.
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| 1:8 |
Wail like a virgin girded with sackcloth For the bridegroom of her youth.
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| 1:9 |
The grain offering and the drink offering are cut off From the house of the Lord. The priests mourn, The ministers of the Lord.
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| 1:10 |
The field is ruined, The land mourns; For the grain is ruined, The new wine dries up, Fresh oil fails.
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| 1:11 |
Be ashamed, O farmers, Wail, O vinedressers, For the wheat and the barley; Because the harvest of the field is destroyed.
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| 1:12 |
The vine dries up And the fig tree fails; The pomegranate, the palm also, and the apple tree, All the trees of the field dry up. Indeed, rejoicing dries up From the sons of men.
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| 1:13 |
Gird yourselves with sackcloth And lament, O priests; Wail, O ministers of the altar! Come, spend the night in sackcloth O ministers of my God, For the grain offering and the drink offering Are withheld from the house of your God.
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| 1:14 |
Consecrate a fast, Proclaim a solemn assembly; Gather the elders And all the inhabitants of the land To the house of the Lord your God, And cry out to the Lord.
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| 1:15 |
Alas for the day! For the day of the Lord is near, And it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
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| 1:16 |
Has not food been cut off before our eyes, Gladness and joy from the house of our God?
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| 1:17 |
The seeds shrivel under their clods; The storehouses are desolate, The barns are torn down, For the grain is dried up.
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| 1:18 |
How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle wander aimlessly Because there is no pasture for them; Even the flocks of sheep suffer.
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| 1:19 |
To You, O Lord, I cry; For fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness And the flame has burned up all the trees of the field.
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| 1:20 |
Even the beasts of the field pant for You; For the water brooks are dried up And fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
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