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Joel 1:5 - American Standard Version (1901)

5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and wail, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 Awake, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the [fresh] sweet juice [of the grape], for it is cut off and removed from your mouth.

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Common English Bible

5 Wake up, you who drink too much, and weep. Scream over the sweet wine, all you wine drinkers, because it is snatched from your mouth;

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 Rouse yourselves, you drunkards, and weep and wail, all you who delight in drinking wine; for it has been cut off from your mouth.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 Awake, ye that are drunk, and weep, and mourn all ye that take delight in drinking sweet wine: for it is cut off from your mouth.

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English Standard Version 2016

5 Awake, you drunkards, and weep, and wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it is cut off from your mouth.

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Joel 1:5
13 Tagairtí Cros  

For this gird you with sackcloth, lament and wail; for the fierce anger of Jehovah is not turned back from us.


Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus saith the Lord Jehovah: Wail ye, Alas for the day!


Be confounded, O ye husbandmen, wail, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field is perished.


Gird yourselves with sackcloth, 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 are withholden from the house of your God.


and have cast lots for my people, and have given a boy for a harlot, and sold a girl for wine, that they may drink.


Now there was a certain rich man, and he was clothed in purple and fine linen, faring sumptuously every day:


Come now, ye rich, weep and howl for your miseries that are coming upon you.


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