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Joel 1:5 - Modern English Version

5 Awaken, drunkards, and weep! Wail, all wine-drinkers, because the sweet wine has been cut off from your lips.

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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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Joel 1:5
13 Tagairtí Cros  

For this gird yourself with sackcloth, lament and howl. For the fierce anger of the Lord is not turned back from us.


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


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


Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, ministers of my God, because the grain offering and the drink offering are withheld from the house of your God.


They have cast lots for My people, and have traded a boy for a prostitute; they have sold a girl for wine, that they might drink.


“There was a rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously every day.


Come now, you rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.


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