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Joel 2:22

Good News Translation (US Version)

Animals, don't be afraid. The pastures are green; the trees bear their fruit, and there are plenty of figs and grapes.

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They will plant their crops in peace. Their vines will bear grapes, the earth will produce crops, and there will be plenty of rain. I will give all these blessings to the people of my nation who survive.

The pastures are filled with flocks; the hillsides are full of joy.

“I will show compassion to Jerusalem, to all who live in her ruins. Though her land is a desert, I will make it a garden, like the garden I planted in Eden. Joy and gladness will be there, and songs of praise and thanks to me.

The land has produced its harvest; God, our God, has blessed us.

The one who plants and the one who waters really do not matter. It is God who matters, because he makes the plant grow.

you would go to a pile of grain expecting to find twenty bushels, but there would be only ten. You would go to draw fifty gallons of wine from a vat, but find only twenty.

How much more, then, should I have pity on Nineveh, that great city. After all, it has more than 120,000 innocent children in it, as well as many animals!”

Everyone will talk about how this land, which was once a wilderness, has become like the Garden of Eden, and how the cities which were torn down, looted, and left in ruins, are now inhabited and fortified.

I will increase the yield of your fruit trees and your fields, so that there will be no more famines to disgrace you among the nations.

But on the mountains of Israel the trees will again grow leaves and bear fruit for you, my people Israel. You are going to come home soon.

Your righteousness is towering like the mountains; your justice is like the depths of the sea. People and animals are in your care.

If you try to grow crops, the soil will not produce anything; you will be a homeless wanderer on the earth.”

The fields are covered with sheep; the valleys are full of wheat. Everything shouts and sings for joy.




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