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Fire running greedily before them, and a track of flame behind; in front, a land that could match Eden for loveliness, and where they have passed, nothing but a desert waste; escape from them is none. (Joel 2, 3)
Who knows but he will relent, and be appeased; cast one glance behind him, and, enough for his own due of bread and wine-offering, spare us largesse yet? (Joel 2, 14)
Far he shall be driven from your lands, the northern invader; out in the trackless desert he shall lie, vanguard to eastern, rearguard to western sea, and nothing more shall assail you but stench and stink of him, this enemy that did so wondrously. (Joel 2, 20)
And never a soul shall call on the Lord’s name but shall find deliverance; here on mount Sion, here in Jerusalem there shall be refuge; for a remnant, a remnant of the Lord’s own summoning, there shall be deliverance at last. (Joel 2, 32)
Ploughshare beat into sword, spade into spear; weakling is none but must summon up his manhood now! (Joel 3, 10)
Drip now with sweet wine the mountain-slopes, bathed in milk the upland pastures; never a stream in all Juda but flows full and strong. What fountain is this that comes out from the Lord’s temple, and waters the dry valley of Setim? (Joel 3, 18)
And this, too: What of Israel? Thrice forfeit Israel like the rest, and forfeit once again, that for a debt, though it were but the price of a pair of shoes, will make slaves of poor, honest folk. (Amos 2, 6)
See where they lie feasting beside the altar, at the very shrine of their God, no cloak there but is some borrower’s pledge, no stoup of wine but is some debtor’s forfeit! (Amos 2, 8)
Never does he act, but his servants, the prophets, are in the secret. (Amos 3, 7)
Roars lion, who but will tremble? Comes the divine warning, who but will prophesy?✻ (Amos 3, 8)
What would you? Never a city left but men’s teeth were idle, never a village but bread lacked there, and you would not come back to me, the Lord says. (Amos 4, 6)
you would not come back to me, when with Egypt’s pestilence✻ I slew you, when your warriors fell at the sword’s point, and your horses were carried off, and never a camp of yours but the stench of it plagued your nostrils; (Amos 4, 10)
