Joel 1:8 Cross References - Great

⁸ Make thy moone as a vyrgin doth that gyrdeth her selfe with sacke, because of her bryde grome.

¹⁷ forsaketh the husbande of her youth, & forgetteth the conuenaunt of her God.

¹² And in that daye dyd the Lorde God of hoostes call men vnto wepyng and mournyng, to baldnesse & gyrdyng aboute wyth sack cloth.

⁷ The wyne faileth: the vyne hath no myght, all they that haue bene mery of hart, are come to mournyng. ⁸ The myrth of tabrettes is layed downe, the noyse of such as haue made mery, is ceassed, the ioye at the herpe is at an ende. ⁹ They shall drynke nomore wyne wt myrth, strong drynke shalbe bytter to them that drynke it. ¹⁰ The citye of vanite is broken downe, euery house is shut vp, that noman maye come in. ¹¹ In the stretes is there a cryeng because of wyne, all chere is vanished awaye, the myrth of the worlde is gone, ¹² in the citye is left desolacyon and the gate is smytten with destruccion.

¹¹ O ye rych ydell cities ye that feare no parell. Be abashed, you that lyue in aboundaunce: tremble, you that lyue careles: cast of your rayment, make your selues bare, put sacke cloth aboute you.

⁴ Els woldest thou saye vnto me: O my father, thou art he that hast brought me vp, & led me fro my youth:

¹⁷ Moreouer, thus sayeth the Lord of Hostes. Beware of the vengeaunce that hangeth ouer you: and cal for mourning wyues, & sende for wyse wemen: that they come shortly, ¹⁸ and synge a mournynge songe of you: that the teares may fall out of oure eyes, and that our eye lyddes maye gusshe out of water. ¹⁹ For there is a lamentable noyse hearde of Sion. O how are we so sore destroyed? O how are we so pyteously confounded? We must forsake our awne naturall countre, & we are shut out of oure awne lodgynges.

¹³ Gyrde you, and make youre mone, O ye prestes, mourne ye minystres of the aulter: goo your waye in, and slepe in sack cloth, O ye officiers of my God: for the meat & drinkofferinge shall be taken awaye from the house of youre God. ¹⁴ Proclayme a fastinge, call the congregacyon, gather the elders and all the inhabitours of the lande together into the house of the Lorde your God, and crye vnto the Lorde: ¹⁵ alas, alas for thys daye. And why? the daye of the Lorde is at hande, and cometh as a destroyer from the almyghtye.

¹² Nowe therfore sayeth the Lorde. Turne you vnto me with all your hertes, with fastinge, wepynge and mournynge, ¹³ rente your hertes, and not youre clothes. Turne you vnto the Lord your God, for he is gracious and mercyfull, longe sufferynge and of great compassyon: and redy to pardone wyckednes. ¹⁴ Then (no doute) he also shall turne, and forgeue, and after his chastenynge, he shall lett your increase remayne, for meat and drinckoffrynges vnto the Lord your God?

¹⁰ Your hye feastes wyll I turne to sorowe, & youre songes to mournynge: I will bringe sack cloth vpon all backes, and baldnes vpon euery head: yee, soch a mournynge wyll I sende them. as is made vpon an only begotten sonne, and they shall haue a myserable ende.

¹⁵ So dyd not the one, and yet had he an excellent sprete. What dyd then the one? He sought the sede promised of God. Therfore loke well to your sprete, and let no man despyse the wyfe of his youth.

⁸ Drawe nye to God, and he will drawe nye to you. Clense your handes ye siners, & pourge your hertes ye waueryng mynded. ⁹ Suffre afflictions & mourne, & wepe. Let your laughter be turned to mournyng, & youre ioye to heuynes.

¹ Go to now ye ryche men. Wepe, and howle on your wretchednes that shal come vpon you.