Interlinear Bible - Joel 1:7-18

7 It has made my vine a waste And my fig tree splinters. It has stripped them bare and cast them away; Their branches have become white.
H'p'f]x @{f'x h'p'c.qil yit'nea.t.W h'M;v.l yin.p;G ~'f ? 'hy,gyir'f .WnyiB.lih .$yil.vih.w
8 Wail like a virgin girded with sackcloth For the bridegroom of her youth.
'hy,r.W[.n l;[;B -l;[ q;f -t;rUg]x h'l.Wt.biK yil/a
9 The grain offering and the drink offering are cut off From the house of the LORD. The priests mourn, The ministers of the LORD.
~yin]h{K;h .Wl.b'a h'wh.y tyeBim .$,s,n'w h'x.nim t;r.k'h ? h'wh.y yet.r'v.m
10 The field is ruined, The land mourns; For the grain is ruined, The new wine dries up, Fresh oil fails.
vyibw{h !'g'D d;DUv yiK h'm'd]a h'l.b'a h,d'f d;DUv ? r'h.cIy l;l.mUa vw{ryiT
11 Be ashamed, O farmers, Wail, O vinedressers, For the wheat and the barley; Because the harvest of the field is destroyed.
h'Jix -l;[ ~yim.r{K .Wlyilyeh ~yir'Kia .Wvyib{h ? h,d'f ryic.q d;b'a yiK h'r{[.f -l;[.w
12 The vine dries up And the fig tree fails; The pomegranate, the palm also, and the apple tree, All the trees of the field dry up. Indeed, rejoicing dries up From the sons of men.
r'm'T -m;G !w{Mir h'l'l.mUa h'nea.T;h.w h'vyibw{h !,p,G;h ? vyib{h -yiK .Wveb'y h,d'F;h yec][ -l'K ;x.WP;t.w ? ~'d'a yen.B -nim !w{f'f
13 Gird yourselves with sackcloth And lament, O priests; Wail, O ministers of the altar! Come, spend the night in sackcloth O ministers of my God, For the grain offering and the drink offering Are withheld from the house of your God.
yet.r'v.m .Wlyilyeh ~yin]h{K;h .Wd.pis.w .Wr.gix ? y'h{l/a yet.r'v.m ~yiQ;F;b .Wnyil .Wa{B ;xeB.zim ? .$,s'n'w h'x.nim ~,kyeh{l/a tyeBim [;n.min yiK
14 Consecrate a fast, Proclaim a solemn assembly; Gather the elders And all the inhabitants of the land To the house of the LORD your God, And cry out to the LORD.
~yineq.z .Wp.sia h'r'c][ .Wa.riq ~w{c -.Wv.D;q ? .Wq][;z.w ~,kyeh{l/a h'wh.y tyeB #,r'a'h yeb.v{y l{K ? h'wh.y -l,a
15 Alas for the day! For the day of the LORD is near, And it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
d{v.k.W h'wh.y ~w{y<03117!> bw{r'q yiK ~w{Y;l H'h]a ? aw{b'y ]y;D;vim
16 Has not food been cut off before our eyes, Gladness and joy from the house of our God?
.Wnyeh{l/a tyeBim t'r.kin l,k{a .Wnyenye[ d,g,n aw{l]h ? lyig'w h'x.mif
17 The seeds shrivel under their clods; The storehouses are desolate, The barns are torn down, For the grain is dried up.
tw{r'c{a .WM;v'n ~,hyet{p.r.g,m t;x;T tw{dUr.p .Wv.b'[ ? !'g'D vyib{h yiK tw{rUg.M;m .Ws.r,h,n
18 How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle wander aimlessly Because there is no pasture for them; Even the flocks of sheep suffer.
yiK r'q'b yer.d,[ .Wk{b'n h'meh.b h'x.n,a,N -h;m ? .Wm'v.a,n !a{C;h yer.d,[ -m;G ~,h'l h,[.rim !yea
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