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# Chapter 1
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1 The word of the Lord that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel:
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2 Hear this, you elders;
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give ear, all inhabitants of the land!
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Has such a thing happened in your days,
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or in the days of your fathers?
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3 Tell your children of it,
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and let your children tell their children,
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and their children to another generation.
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4 What the cutting locust left,
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the swarming locust has eaten.
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What the swarming locust left,
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the hopping locust has eaten,
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and what the hopping locust left,
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the destroying locust has eaten.
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5 Awake, you drunkards, and weep,
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and wail, all you drinkers of wine,
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because of the sweet wine,
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for it is cut off from your mouth.
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6 For a nation has come up against my land,
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powerful and beyond number;
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its teeth are lions' teeth,
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and it has the fangs of a lioness.
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7 It has laid waste my vine
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and splintered my fig tree;
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it has stripped off their bark and thrown it down;
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their branches are made white.
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8 Lament like a virgin wearing sackcloth
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for the bridegroom of her youth.
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9 The grain offering and the drink offering are cut off
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from the house of the Lord.
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The priests mourn,
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the ministers of the Lord.
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10 The fields are destroyed,
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the ground mourns,
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because the grain is destroyed,
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the wine dries up,
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the oil languishes.
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11 Be ashamed, O tillers of the soil;
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wail, O vinedressers,
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for the wheat and the barley,
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because the harvest of the field has perished.
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12 The vine dries up;
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the fig tree languishes.
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Pomegranate, palm, and apple,
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all the trees of the field are dried up,
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and gladness dries up
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from the children of man.
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13 Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests;
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wail, O ministers of the altar.
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Go in, pass the night in sackcloth,
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O ministers of my God!
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Because grain offering and drink offering
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are withheld from the house of your God.
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14 Consecrate a fast;
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call a solemn assembly.
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Gather the elders
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and all the inhabitants of the land
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to the house of the Lord your God,
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and cry out to the Lord.
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15 Alas for the day!
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For the day of the Lord is near,
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and as destruction from the Almighty it comes.
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16 Is not the food cut off
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before our eyes,
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joy and gladness
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from the house of our God?
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17 The seed shrivels under the clods;
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the storehouses are desolate;
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the granaries are torn down
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because the grain has dried up.
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18 How the beasts groan!
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The herds of cattle are perplexed
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because there is no pasture for them;
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even the flocks of sheep suffer.
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19 To you, O Lord, I call.
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For fire has devoured
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the pastures of the wilderness,
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and flame has burned
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all the trees of the field.
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20 Even the beasts of the field pant for you
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because the water brooks are dried up,
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and fire has devoured
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the pastures of the wilderness. |