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Joel 2:17

Contemporary English Version 1995

Tell my servants, the priests, to cry inside the temple and to offer this prayer near the altar: “Save your people, Lord God! Don't let foreign nations make jokes about us. Don't let them laugh and ask, ‘Where is your God?’ ”

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I was then led into the temple's inner courtyard, where I saw about 25 men standing near the entrance, between the porch and the altar. Their backs were to the Lord's temple, and they were bowing down to the rising sun.

Why should the nations ask, “Where is your God?”

Why should nations ask us, “Where is your God?” Let us and the other nations see you take revenge for your servants who died a violent death.

That's why you will be held guilty for the murder of every good person, beginning with the good man Abel. This also includes Barachiah's son Zechariah, the man you murdered between the temple and the altar.

In my vision the locusts ate every crop in the land, and I said to the Lord, “Please forgive your nation. It's so weak. How can it survive?”

Offerings of grain and wine are no longer brought to the Lord's temple. His servants, the priests, are deep in sorrow.

Return to the Lord and say, “Please forgive our sins. Accept our good sacrifices of praise instead of bulls.

A four-and-a-half-meter porch went all the way across the front of the temple.

He prayed, “Lord, if you really are pleased with me, I pray that you will go with us. It is true that these people are sinful and rebellious, but forgive our sin and let us be your people.”

You, my enemies, said, “The Lord God is helpless.” Now each of you will be disgraced and put to shame. I will see you trampled like mud in the street.

Then I said, “Won't you please stop? How can our weak nation survive?”

But that would have made me look like a liar, because I had already promised in front of everyone that I would lead them out of Egypt.

But you are our Lord and our God! We ask you to keep us safe from the Assyrian king. Then everyone in every kingdom on earth will know that you are the only Lord.

I am your chosen one, but your enemies chase and make fun of me.

All who pass by take what they want, and nations everywhere joke about the king.

Every nation around us sneers and makes fun.

Our God, how much longer will our enemies sneer? Won't they ever stop insulting you?

Even my bones are in pain, while all day long my enemies sneer and ask, “Where is your God?”

Solomon offered sacrifices to the Lord on the altar he had built in front of the temple porch.

But I dreaded the sound of your enemies saying, ‘We defeated Israel with no help from the Lord.’ ”

He trusted God, so let God save him, if he wants to. He even said he was God's Son.”

I am the Lord God All-Powerful, and you had better try to please me. You have sinned. Now see if I will have mercy on any of you.

Now we are slaves in this fruitful land you gave to our ancestors.

Mourn, you priests who serve at the altar of my God. Spend your days and nights wearing sackcloth. Offerings of grain and wine are no longer brought to the Lord's temple.

Day and night my tears are my only food, as everyone keeps asking, “Where is your God?”

I will pull you out of this land I gave you. I will desert this temple where I said I would be worshiped, so that people everywhere will think it is only a joke and will make fun of it.

I will no longer let my people Israel live in this land I gave them. I will desert this temple where I said I would be worshiped. Then people everywhere will think this nation is only a joke and will make fun of it.

People of nearby countries will shudder when they see your terrible troubles, but they will still make fun of you.

Later, Moses and the people were at the sacred tent, crying, when one of the Israelite men brought a Midianite woman to meet his family.

When all of this happened, the Lord All-Powerful told you to weep and mourn, to shave your heads, and wear sackcloth.

Everyone will think you weren't strong enough to protect your people. Now the Canaanites and everyone else who lives in the land will surround us and wipe us out.

Sorrow floods my heart, when I remember leading the worshipers to your house. I can still hear them shout their joyful praises.

Why am I discouraged? Why am I restless? I trust you, Lord! And I will praise you again because you help me, and you are my God.




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