Joel 1
1 Riječ Jahvina koja dođe Joelu, sinu Petuelovu.
The word of the LORD that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
2 Čujte ovo, starci, počujte, svi žitelji zemlje! Je li ovakvo što ikad bilo u vaše dane il' u dane vaših otaca?
Hear this, all of you old men, and give ear, all you inhabitants of the land. Has this been in your days, or even in the days of your fathers?
3 Recite ovo svojim sinovima, vaši sinovi svojim sinovima, a njihovi sinovi potonjem koljenu.
Tell all of you your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.
4 Što ostavi šaška, proždrije skakavac, što ostavi skakavac, proždrije gusjenica, što ostavi gusjenica, proždrije ljupilac.
That which the palmerworm has left has the locust eaten; and that which the locust has left has the cankerworm eaten; and that which the cankerworm has left has the caterpillar eaten.
5 Probudite se, pijanice, i plačite! Sve vinopije, tužite za novim vinom: iz usta vam je oteto.
Awake, all of you drunkards, and weep; and wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
6 Jer prekri moju zemlju narod moćan i bezbrojan; zubi su mu kao zubi lavlji, očnjaci mu kao u lavice.
For a nation has come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the cheek teeth of a great lion.
7 Opustoši mi lozu vinovu i polomi smokve moje; oguli ih i razbaca, grane su im pobijeljele.
He has laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he has made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.
8 Plačite k'o djevica odjevena u kostrijet za zaručnikom svojim.
Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9 Nestade prinosnice i ljevanice iz Doma Jahvina. Tuže svećenici, sluge Jahvine.
The food offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD's ministers, mourn.
10 Opustošeno polje, zemlja poharana. Poharano žito, vino propade, presahnu ulje.
The field is wasted, the land mourns; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languishes.
11 Tugujte, težaci, kukajte, vinogradari, za pšenicom i za ječmom, jer propade žetva poljska.
Be all of you ashamed, O all of you husbandmen; wail, O all of you vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field is perished.
12 Loza usahnu, uvenu smokva, mogranj, palma i jabuka: svako se drvo poljsko sasuši. Da, nestade radosti između sinova ljudskih.
The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languishes; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field, are withered: because joy is withered away from the sons of men.
13 Svećenici, opašite kostrijet i tužite! Službenici žrtvenika, naričite! Dođite, prenoćite u kostrijeti, službenici Boga mojeg! Jer iz Doma Boga našeg nesta prinosnice i ljevanice!
Gird yourselves, and lament, all of you priests: wail, all of you ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, all of you ministers of my God: for the food offering and the drink offering is withheld from the house of your God.
14 Naredite sveti post, proglasite zbor svečani; starješine, saberite sve stanovnike zemlje u kuću Jahve, Boga svojeg. Zavapijte Jahvi:
Sanctify all of you a fast, call a solemn assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of the LORD your God, and cry unto the LORD,
15 “Jao dana!” Jer Jahvin dan je blizu i dolazi k'o pohara od Svevišnjeg.
Alas for the day! for the day of the LORD is at hand, and as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.
16 Ne iščeznu li hrana pred našim očima? Nije li nestalo radosti i sreće iz Doma Boga našega?
Is not the food cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 Istrunu zrnje pod grudama; puste su žitnice, porušene spreme jer žita nesta.
The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.
18 Kako li stoka uzdiše! Krda goveda podivljala lutaju jer im nema paše. Čak i stada ovaca kaznu podnose.
How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
19 Tebi, Jahve, vapijem: oganj popali pašnjake pustinjske, plamen sažga sva stabla poljska.
O LORD, to you will I cry: for the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the field.
20 Čak i zvijeri čeznu za tobom, jer presušiše potoci, oganj popali pašnjake pustinjske.
The beasts of the field cry also unto you: for the rivers of waters are dried up, and the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
