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Joel 1:11 - Modern English Version

11 Despair, fieldworkers; wail, vinedressers, for the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Be ye ashamed, O ye husbandmen; howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field is perished.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Be ashamed, O you tillers of the soil; wail, O you vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

11 Be shocked, you farmers; howl, you vinedressers, over the wheat and the barley, for the crops of the field are destroyed.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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Joel 1:11
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in the day that you plant it, you carefully fence it in, and in the morning you make your seed to flourish; but the harvest shall be a heap of ruins in the day of grief and desperate pain.


Judah mourns, and the gates languish; they sit on the ground while mourning, and the cry of Jerusalem has gone up.


Cut off the sower from Babylon, and him who handles the sickle in the time of harvest. For fear of the oppressing sword everyone will turn to his people, and everyone will flee to his own land.


Who is the wise man who may understand this? And who is he to whom the mouth of the Lord has spoken, that he may declare it? Why is the land ruined and burned up like a wilderness, so that no one passes through?


Son of man, prophesy and say, Thus says the Lord God: Howl, “Woe to the day!”


Therefore thus says the Lord, the God of Hosts, the Lord: Wailing will be in all the squares, and in all the streets they will say, “Alas! Alas!” They shall call the farmer to mourning, and to wailing those skilled in lamentation.


And hope does not disappoint, because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.


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