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Joel 1:5 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

5 Wake up, you drunkards,  and weep; wail, all you wine drinkers, because of the sweet wine, for it has been taken 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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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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Joel 1:5
13 Tagairtí Cros  

Because of this, put on sackcloth; mourn and wail, for the Lord’s burning anger has not turned away from us.


‘Son of man, prophesy and say, “This is what the Lord God says: Wail,  ‘Woe because of that day! ’


Be ashamed, you farmers, wail, you vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.


Dress in sackcloth and lament,  you priests; wail,  you ministers of the altar. Come and spend the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, because grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.


They cast lots for my people; they bartered a boy for a prostitute and sold a girl for wine to drink.


‘There was a rich man who would dress in purple and fine linen,   feasting lavishly every day.


Come now, you rich  people, weep and wail over the miseries that are coming on you.


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