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Alas, Israel, undone! Who but I can aid thee? (Hosea 13, 9)
Come back, men of Israel, with a plea ready on your lips: Pardon all our guilt, and take the best we have in return;✻ the praises we utter shall be our victims now. (Hosea 14, 3)
None that dwells under the protection of that name but shall come back to me; corn shall be theirs in plenty, and they will grow like one of their own vineyards, famed as the vintage of Lebanon itself. (Hosea 14, 8)
in the Lord’s house, bread nor wine is offered now; for the priests, the Lord’s own ministers, no office now but tears. (Joel 1, 9)
for vineyard withered, and drooping fig-tree! Pomegranate, and palm, and apple, no tree in the wood but fades there; what wonder? Has not joy faded in human hearts? (Joel 1, 12)
Mourn, priests, and lament; in mourners’ garb go about your work at the altar; ministers of God, to his presence betake you, and there, in sackcloth, keep vigil; your God’s house, that offering of bread and wine has none! (Joel 1, 13)
What help, Lord, but thine? Parched are the upland meadows, every tree scorched in the forest; (Joel 1, 19)
Day of gloom and darkness, day of cloud and storm; spread out, like dawn over the hills, this great, this valiant army; never was the like since time began, never shall be, while the ages run their course. (Joel 2, 2)
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)
Hark how the priests, that wait upon the Lord, make lament between porch and altar, crying aloud: Spare thy people, Lord, spare them; thy chosen people, do not put them to the shame of obeying heathen masters! Wilt thou let the Gentiles ask, What has become of their God? (Joel 2, 17)
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)
