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Joel 1

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This is the word of the LORD that came to Joel son of Pethuel: Begin Abide·
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Hear this, O elders; and give ear, all who dwell in the land. Has anything like this ever happened in your days or in the days of your fathers? Begin Abide·
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Tell it to your children; let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation. Begin Abide·
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What the devouring locust has left, the swarming locust has eaten; what the swarming locust has left, the young locust has eaten; and what the young locust has left, the destroying locust has eaten. Begin Abide·
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Wake up, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it has been cut off from your mouth. Begin Abide·
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For a nation has invaded My land, powerful and without number; its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and its fangs are the fangs of a lioness. Begin Abide·
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It has laid waste My grapevine and splintered My fig tree. It has stripped off the bark and thrown it away; the branches have turned white. Begin Abide·
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Wail like a virgin dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth. Begin Abide·
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Grain and drink offerings have been cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests are in mourning, those who minister before the LORD. Begin Abide·
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The field is ruined; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, and the oil fails. Begin Abide·
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Be dismayed, O farmers, wail, O vinedressers, over the wheat and barley, because the harvest of the field has perished. Begin Abide·
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The grapevine is dried up, and the fig tree is withered; the pomegranate, palm, and apple—all the trees of the orchard—are withered. Surely the joy of mankind has dried up. Begin Abide·
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Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, O ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God, because the grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God. Begin Abide·
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Consecrate a fast; proclaim a solemn assembly! Gather the elders and all the residents of the land to the house of the LORD your God, and cry out to the LORD. Begin Abide·
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Alas for the day! For the Day of the LORD is near, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty. Begin Abide·
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Has not the food been cut off before our very eyes—joy and gladness from the house of our God? Begin Abide·
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The seeds lie shriveled beneath the clods; the storehouses are in ruins; the granaries are broken down, for the grain has withered away. Begin Abide·
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How the cattle groan! The herds wander in confusion because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep are suffering. Begin Abide·
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To You, O LORD, I call, for fire has consumed the open pastures and flames have scorched all the trees of the field. Begin Abide·
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Even the beasts of the field pant for You, for the streams of water have dried up, and fire has consumed the open pastures. Begin Abide·