Joel

1 Jehovah's judgment, which was made to Joel Fatuel's son. 2 Listen, you old men, remember, all of you who live in the country! Has anything like this ever happened in your time, or in the time of your elders?

3 And then see your son, let them see their son again, and their sons again in another birth. 4 What was left of the goose, the keel gnawed away; what was missing from the keel was completed by the keel; what was missing from the breast, was completed by the cry. 5 Awake piani, and cry; cry out, you who sing, ĆĆĆĆĆĆa sladgogo6 A regiment has come into my country, which is both strong and countless; his teeth are like the teeth of a lion, and his domestic teeth are like the teeth of a lion.

7 He has turned my vineyards into desolation; he-he trimmed my fig trees; he stripped them and cut them down, their branches became white. 8 Weep as a virgin clothed in a sackcloth mourns the husband of her youth. 9 The meal offering perished, and there was an outpouring in Jehovah's house; The priests, Jehovah's servants are weeping.

10 The field is desolate, the earth is weeping, because the wheat has died, the wine is ashamed, the oil is exhausted. 11 The mourners are ashamed, the vinedressers are wailing over the wheat and barley, because the cast of the field has died. 12 The vine she stands ashamed, the fig tree has withered; the rosehip, and pomakita, and apple, and all the fruit fields withered; there was a joy from the sons of the dead.

13 Put on sackcloth, and weep, you priests, strengthen yourselves, you servants of the sacrificers, come and spend the night in sackcloth, you servants of my God, because in the house of your God both the meal offering and outpouring. 14 Order a fast, call the regiment, gather the elders, and all the residents of the country in the house of Jehovah your God, and cry out to Jehovah. 15 And what day!

Jehovah's day is near, which will come as desolation from the possible. 16 Did not every food in the house of our God perish before our eyes, and with it joy and clicking? 17 The fowl rots on its dung; The granaries are decaying, the food preparations have been abandoned, because the wheat has become ashamed.

18 Why do the animals groan? Why do I have to introduce cattle? because they have no pasture; but the flock of sheep also perishes. 19 But I, Jehovah, will cry to you, as the heat will stop the beauty of the meadows, and the flame will drink the juice of all the trees of the country.

20 But the same fields look at you as a thirsty tongue looks at the rain; It has become a source of water, and the ashes have destroyed the lipota livadah. Read Sveto pismo (Å kariġ, 1858-61) with narration, notes, and lessons in the Eterniseed app. Open in the Eterniseed app Next †This is a beta feature to avoid spam applicants.

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