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Joel 1:12 - King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languisheth; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field, are withered: because joy is withered away from the sons of men.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 The vine is dried up and the fig tree fails; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple or quince tree, even all the trees of the field are withered, so that joy has withered and fled away from the sons of men.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 The vine is withered, and the fig-tree languisheth; the pomegranate-tree, the palm-tree also, and the apple-tree, even all the trees of the field are withered: for joy is withered away from the sons of men.

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Common English Bible

12 The grapevine is dried up; the fig tree withers. Pomegranate, palm, and apple— all the trees of the field are dried up. Joy fades away from the people.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 The vineyard is in ruin, and the fig tree has languished. The pomegranate tree, and the palm tree, and the fruit tree, and all the trees of the field have withered. For joy has been thrown into disorder before the sons of men.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

12 The vineyard is confounded, and the fig tree hath languished: the pomegranate tree, and the palm tree, and the apple tree, and all the trees of the field are withered: because joy is withdrawn from the children of men.

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English Standard Version 2016

12 The vine dries up; the fig tree languishes. Pomegranate, palm, and apple, all the trees of the field are dried up, and gladness dries up from the children of man.

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Joel 1:12
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Thou hast put gladness in my heart, More than in the time that their corn and their wine increased.


The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.


As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.


Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, With pleasant fruits; Camphire, with spikenard,


And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the plentiful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither shall there be shouting: the treaders shall tread out no wine in their presses; I have made their vintage shouting to cease.


There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.


The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.


Thou hast multiplied the nation, and not increased the joy: they joy before thee according to the joy in harvest, and as men rejoice when they divide the spoil.


A voice of crying shall be from Horonaim, spoiling and great destruction.


And joy and gladness is taken from the plentiful field, and from the land of Moab; and I have caused wine to fail from the winepresses: none shall tread with shouting; their shouting shall be no shouting.


The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.


Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?


But God prepared a worm when the morning rose the next day, and it smote the gourd that it withered.


Is the seed yet in the barn? yea, as yet the vine, and the fig tree, and the pomegranate, and the olive tree, hath not brought forth: from this day will I bless you.


And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes, and he shall not destroy the fruits of your ground; neither shall your vine cast her fruit before the time in the field, saith the LORD of hosts.


And they came unto the brook of Eshcol, and cut down from thence a branch with one cluster of grapes, and they bare it between two upon a staff; and they brought of the pomegranates, and of the figs.


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