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Joel 1:12 - Contemporary English Version Interconfessional Edition

12 Grapevines have dried up and so has every tree— figs and pomegranates, date palms and apples. All happiness has faded away.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 The vine is dried up, 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: because joy is withered away from the sons of men.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 The vine is dried up and the fig tree fails; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple or quince tree, even all the trees of the field are withered, so that joy has withered and fled away from the sons of men.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 The 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.

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Common English Bible

12 The grapevine is dried up; the fig tree withers. Pomegranate, palm, and apple— all the trees of the field are dried up. Joy fades away from the people.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 The vineyard is in ruin, and the fig tree has languished. The pomegranate tree, and the palm tree, and the fruit tree, and all the trees of the field have withered. For joy has been thrown into disorder before the sons of men.

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Joel 1:12
19 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

Happy times have disappeared from the earth, and people shout in the streets, “We're out of wine!”


or joyful and happy times, while bringing in the crops. Singing and shouting are gone from the vineyards. There are no joyful shouts where grapes were pressed. God has silenced them all.


Our food is already gone; there's no more celebrating at the temple of our God.


Barren fields mourn; grain, grapes, and olives are scorched and shriveled.


And you, my love, are an apple tree among trees of the forest. Your shade brought me pleasure; your fruit was sweet.


Although you have not yet harvested any grain, grapes, figs, pomegranates, or olives, I will richly bless you in the days ahead.


Harvest celebrations are gone from the orchards and farms of Moab. I have silenced the shouts of people making wine.


The people of Horonaim will cry for help, as their town is attacked and destroyed.


Our Lord, you have made your nation stronger. Because of you, its people are glad and celebrate like workers at harvest time or like soldiers dividing up what they have taken.


Your arms are vines, covered with delicious fruits and all sorts of spices— henna, nard,


Good people will prosper like palm trees, and they will grow strong like the cedars of Lebanon.


You brought me more happiness than a rich harvest of grain and grapes.


When they got to Bunch Valley, they cut off a branch with such a huge bunch of grapes, that it took two men to carry it on a pole. That's why the place was called Bunch Valley. Along with the grapes, they also took back pomegranates and figs.


Grapevines have dried up: wine is almost gone— mournful sounds are heard instead of joyful shouts.


but early the next morning the Lord sent a worm to chew on the vine, and the vine dried up.


I will also stop locusts from destroying your crops and keeping your vineyards from producing.


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