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Joel 1:5 - New International Version (Anglicised)

5 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine; wail because of the new wine, for it has been snatched 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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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  

So put on sackcloth, lament and wail, for the fierce anger of the Lord has not turned away from us.


‘Son of man, prophesy and say: “This is what the Sovereign Lord says: ‘ “Wail and say, ‘Alas for that day!’


Despair, you farmers, wail, you vine growers; grieve for the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field is destroyed.


Put on sackcloth, you priests, and mourn; wail, you who minister before the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, you who minister before my God; for the grain offerings and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.


They cast lots for my people and traded boys for prostitutes; they sold girls for wine to drink.


‘There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day.


Now listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming on you.


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