Joel 1
1 Slovo Hospodinovo, kteréž se stalo k Joelovi synu Petuelovu:
The word of the Lord which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
2 Slyšte to starší, a pozorujte všickni obyvatelé této země, stalo-li se to za dnů vašich, aneb za dnů otců vašich?
Give ear to this, you old men, and take note, you people of the land. Has this ever been in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
3 Vypravujte o tom synům svým, a synové vaši synům svým, synové pak jejich rodině potomní.
Give the story of it to your children, and let them give it to their children, and their children to another generation.
4 Co pozůstalo po housenkách, snědly kobylky, a co pozůstalo po kobylkách, snědli brouci, co pak pozůstalo po broucích, dojedli chroustové.
What the worm did not make a meal of, has been taken by the locust; and what the locust did not take, has been food for the plant-worm; and what the plant-worm did not take, has been food for the field-fly.
5 Prociťte opilci, a plačte a kvělte všickni, kteříž píjíte víno, proto že odtržen jest mest od úst vašich.
Come out of your sleep, you who are overcome with wine, and give yourselves to weeping; give cries of sorrow, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it has been cut off from your mouths.
6 Nebo přitáhl do země mé národ silný a nesčíslný, jehož zubové zubové lva, a střenovní zubové jeho lvoví.
For a nation has come up over my land, strong and without number; his teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the back teeth of a great lion.
7 Přivedl vinné kmeny mé v pustinu, a fíkoví mé na zkázu; docela obnažil je a zporážel, zbělely ratolesti jejich.
By him my vine is made waste and my fig-tree broken: he has taken all its fruit and sent it down to the earth; its branches are made white.
8 Kvěl jako mladice přepásaná žíní pro muže mladosti své.
Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
9 Odjata jest suchá i mokrá obět z domu Hospodinova, kvílí kněží, služebníci Hospodinovi.
The meal offering and the drink offering have been cut off from the house of the Lord; the priests, the Lord's servants, are sorrowing.
10 Zpustlo pole, kvílí země, proto že pohubeno obilé, vyschl mest, olej zhynul.
The fields are wasted, the land has become dry; for the grain is wasted, the new wine is kept back, the oil is poor.
11 Stydí se oráči, kvílí vinaři z příčiny pšenice a ječmene; nebo zahynula žeň polní.
The farmers are shamed, the workers in the vine-gardens give cries of grief, for the wheat and the barley; for the produce of the fields has come to destruction.
12 Vinný kmen usechl, a fík usvadl, strom zrnatých jablek, též i palma i jabloň, všecko dříví polní poschlo, a že odňato potěšení od synů lidských.
The vine has become dry and the fig-tree is feeble; the pomegranate and the palm-tree and the apple-tree, even all the trees of the field, are dry: because joy has gone from the sons of men.
13 Přepašte se a kvělte, ó kněží, úpějte přisluhující oltáři, vejděte a léhejte i v noci v žíních, služebníci Boha mého. Nebo nevnáší se do domu Boha vašeho suché ani mokré oběti.
Put haircloth round you and give yourselves to sorrow, you priests; give cries of grief, you servants of the altar: come in, and, clothed in haircloth, let the night go past, you servants of my God: for the meal offering and the drink offering have been kept back from the house of your God.
14 Uložte půst, svolejte shromáždění, shromažďte starší i všecky obyvatele země do domu Hospodina Boha vašeho, a volejte k Hospodinu:
Let a time be fixed for going without food, have a holy meeting, let the old men, even all the people of the land, come together to the house of the Lord your God, crying out to the Lord.
15 Ach, nastojte na tento den; nebo blízký jest den Hospodinův, a jako poplénění od Všemohoucího přichází.
Sorrow for the day! for the day of the Lord is near, and as destruction from the Ruler of all it will come.
16 Ano před očima našima pokrm odjat jest, z domu Boha našeho veselé a plésání.
Is not food cut off before our eyes? joy and delight from the house of our God?
17 Vyhynulo símě pod hrudami svými, zpustly stodoly, zbořeny jsou obilnice; nebo vyschlo obilé.
The grains have become small and dry under the spade; the store-houses are made waste, the grain-stores are broken down; for the grain is dry and dead.
18 Aj, jak vzdychá dobytek, svírají se stáda skotů, proto že nemají žádné pastvy, ano i stáda bravů hynou.
What sounds of pain come from the beasts! the herds of cattle are at a loss because there is no grass for them; even the flocks of sheep are no longer to be seen.
19 K toběť, ó Hospodine, volám; nebo oheň sežral pastviska pouště; a plamen popálil všecka dříví polní.
O Lord, my cry goes up to you: for fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste, and all the trees of the field are burned with its flame.
20 Také i zvěř polní všecka lká k tobě, proto že vyschli potokové vod, a oheň sežral pastviska na poušti.
The beasts of the field are turning to you with desire: for the water-streams are dry and fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste.
