Joel

And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the plentiful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither shall there be shouting: the treaders shall tread out no wine in their presses; I have made their vintage shouting to cease.

There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.

But God prepared a worm when the morning rose the next day, and it smote the gourd that it withered.

Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.