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Joel 1:5 - 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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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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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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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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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  

Concerning this, wrap yourselves in haircloth, mourn and wail: 'For the wrath of the fury of the Lord has not been turned away from us.'


"Son of man, prophesy and say: Thus says the Lord God: Wail: 'Woe, woe to the day!'


The farmers have been confounded, the vineyard workers have wailed over the crop and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.


Priests, gird yourselves and lament. Ministers of the altars, wail. Enter, ministers of my God, lie in sackcloth. For sacrifice and libation have passed away from the house of your God.


And they have cast lots over my people; and the boy they have placed in the brothel, and the girl they have sold for wine, so that they might drink.


A certain man was wealthy, and he was clothed in purple and in fine linen. And he feasted splendidly every day.


Act now, you who are wealthy! Weep and wail in your miseries, which will soon come upon you!


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