Joel 1
1 Riječ Jahvina koja dođe Joelu, sinu Petuelovu.
A word of Jehovah that hath been unto Joel, 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, ye aged ones, And give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land, Hath this been in your days? Or in the days of your fathers?
3 Recite ovo svojim sinovima, vaši sinovi svojim sinovima, a njihovi sinovi potonjem koljenu.
Concerning it to your sons talk ye, And your sons to their sons, And their sons to another generation.
4 Što ostavi šaška, proždrije skakavac, što ostavi skakavac, proždrije gusjenica, što ostavi gusjenica, proždrije ljupilac.
What is left of the palmer-worm, eaten hath the locust, And what is left of the locust, Eaten hath the cankerworm, And what is left of the cankerworm, Eaten hath the caterpillar.
5 Probudite se, pijanice, i plačite! Sve vinopije, tužite za novim vinom: iz usta vam je oteto.
Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, And howl all drinking wine, because of the juice, For it hath been 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 hath come up on my land, Strong, and there is no number, Its teeth [are] the teeth of a lion, And it hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
7 Opustoši mi lozu vinovu i polomi smokve moje; oguli ih i razbaca, grane su im pobijeljele.
It hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.
8 Plačite k'o djevica odjevena u kostrijet za zaručnikom svojim.
Wail, as a virgin girdeth with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.
9 Nestade prinosnice i ljevanice iz Doma Jahvina. Tuže svećenici, sluge Jahvine.
Cut off hath been present and libation from the house of Jehovah, Mourned have the priests, ministrants of Jehovah.
10 Opustošeno polje, zemlja poharana. Poharano žito, vino propade, presahnu ulje.
Spoiled is the field, mourned hath the ground, For spoiled is the corn, Dried up hath been new wine, languish doth oil.
11 Tugujte, težaci, kukajte, vinogradari, za pšenicom i za ječmom, jer propade žetva poljska.
Be ashamed, ye husbandmen, Howl, vine-dressers, for wheat and for barley, For perished hath the harvest of the field.
12 Loza usahnu, uvenu smokva, mogranj, palma i jabuka: svako se drvo poljsko sasuši. Da, nestade radosti između sinova ljudskih.
The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy 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, and lament, ye priests, Howl, ye ministrants of the altar, Come in, lodge in sackcloth, ministrants of my God, For withheld from the house of your God hath been present and libation.
14 Naredite sveti post, proglasite zbor svečani; starješine, saberite sve stanovnike zemlje u kuću Jahve, Boga svojeg. Zavapijte Jahvi:
Sanctify a fast, proclaim a restraint, Gather the elders — all the inhabitants of the land, [Into] the house of Jehovah your God,
15 “Jao dana!” Jer Jahvin dan je blizu i dolazi k'o pohara od Svevišnjeg.
And cry unto Jehovah, 'Alas for the day! For near [is] a day of Jehovah, And as destruction from the mighty it cometh.
16 Ne iščeznu li hrana pred našim očima? Nije li nestalo radosti i sreće iz Doma Boga našega?
Is not before our eyes food cut off? From the house of our God joy and rejoicing?
17 Istrunu zrnje pod grudama; puste su žitnice, porušene spreme jer žita nesta.
Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
18 Kako li stoka uzdiše! Krda goveda podivljala lutaju jer im nema paše. Čak i stada ovaca kaznu podnose.
How have cattle sighed! Perplexed have been droves of oxen, For there is no pasture for them, Also droves of sheep have been desolated.
19 Tebi, Jahve, vapijem: oganj popali pašnjake pustinjske, plamen sažga sva stabla poljska.
Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I do call, For fire hath consumed comely places of a wilderness, And a flame hath set on fire all trees of the field.
20 Čak i zvijeri čeznu za tobom, jer presušiše potoci, oganj popali pašnjake pustinjske.
Also the cattle of the field long for Thee, For dried up have been streams of water, And fire hath consumed comely places of a wilderness!'
