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7 It has made My vine become a desolation, || And My fig tree become a splinter, || It has made it thoroughly bare, and has cast down, || Its branches have been made white. 8 Wail, as a virgin girds with sackcloth, || For the husband of her youth. 9 Present and drink-offering have been cut off from the house of YHWH, || The priests have mourned, servants of YHWH. 10 The field is spoiled, || The ground has mourned, || For the grain is spoiled, || New wine has been dried up, oil languishes. 11 Be ashamed, you farmers, || Howl, vinedressers, for wheat and for barley, || For the harvest of the field has perished. 12 The vine has been dried up, || And the fig tree languishes, || Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, || All trees of the field have withered, || For joy has been dried up from the sons of men. Joel 1:7-12, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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