JOEL
2.2
- Mighty, and without number;
- His teeth are the teeth of a lion,
- And he hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
- 7He hath laid my vine waste,
- And blasted my fig-tree;
- He hath made it clean bare, and cast it down,
- The branches thereof are made white.
- 8Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth
- For the husband of her youth.
- 9The meal-offering and the drink-offering is cut off
- From the house of the Lord;
- The priests mourn,
- Even the Lord's ministers.
- 10The field is wasted,
- The land mourneth;
- For the corn is wasted,
- The new wine is dried up,
- The oil languisheth.
- 11Be ashamed, O ye husbandmen,
- Wail, O ye vinedressers,
- For the wheat and for the barley;
- Because the harvest of the field is perished.
- 12The vine is withered,
- And the fig-tree languisheth;
- The pomegranate-tree, the palm-tree also, and the apple-tree,
- Even all the trees of the field are withered;
- For joy is withered away from the sons of men.
- 13Gird yourselves, and lament, ye priests,
- Wail, ye ministers of the altar;
- Come, lie all night in sackcloth,
- Ye ministers of my God,
- For the meal-offering and the drink-offering is withholden
- From the house of your God.
- 14Sanctify ye a fast,
- Call a solemn assembly,
- Gather the elders
- And all the inhabitants of the land
- Unto the house of the Lord your God,
- And cry unto the Lord.
- 15Alas for the day!
- For the day of the Lord is at hand,
- And as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.
- 16Is not the food cut off
- Before our eyes,
- Yea, joy and gladness
- From the house of our God?
- 17The grains shrivel under their hoes;
- The garners are laid desolate,
- The barns are broken down;
- For the corn is withered.
- 18How do the beasts groan!
- The herds of cattle are perplexed,
- Because they have no pasture;
- Yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
- 19Unto Thee, O Lord, do I cry,
- For the fire hath devoured
- The pastures of the wilderness,
- And the flame hath set ablaze
- All the trees of the field.
- 20Yea, the beasts of the field pant unto Thee;
- For the water brooks are dried up,
- And the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
- 2Blow ye the horn in Zion,
- And sound an alarm in My holy mountain;
- Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble;
- For the day of the Lord cometh,
- For it is at hand;
- 2A day of darkness and gloominess,
- A day of clouds and thick darkness,
- As blackness spread upon the mountains;
- A great people and a mighty,
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