Joel 1
1 Herrens Ord, som kom til Joel, Pethuels Søn.
The word of Yahweh, which came unto Joel, son of Pethuel.
2 Hører dette, I gamle! og laaner Øren, alle Landets Indbyggere! mon saadant er sket i eders Dage eller i eders Fædres Dage?
Hear this, ye elders, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land, —hath this ever happened in your days? or in the days of your fathers?
3 Fortæller eders Børn derom, og eders Børn fortælle deres Børn og deres Børn den næste Slægt!
Concerning it, to your children, tell ye the story, —and your children, to their children, and their children, to the generation following: —
4 Hvad Høskrækken lod overblive, aad Græshoppen, og hvad Græshoppen lod overblive, aad Oldenborren, og hvad Oldenborren lod overblive, aad Kornormen.
That which was left by the creeping locust, hath the swarming locust eaten, and, that which was left by the swarming locust, hath the grass locust eaten; and, that which was left by the grass locust, hath the corn locust eaten.
5 Vaagner op, I drukne, og græder! og hyler, alle I, som drikke Vin, over Mosten! thi den er reven bort fra eders Mund.
Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, —over the new wine, because it hath been cut off from your mouth.
6 Thi et Folk er draget op over mit Land, stærkt og ikke til at tælle; det har Tænder som Løvers Tænder og Kindtænder som Løvindens.
For, a nation, hath come up over my land, bold, and without number, —his teeth, are the teeth of a lion, and, the fangs of a lioness, hath he!
7 Det har ødelagt mit Vintræ og knækket mit Figentræ; det har gjort det aldeles bart og kastet det ned, Rankerne derpaa ere blevne hvide.
He hath turned my vine to a waste, and my fig-tree to splinters, —he hath, barked it clean, and cast it down, bleached are its branches.
8 Hyl som en Jomfru, der har iført sig Sæk for sin Ungdoms Brudgom!
Wail thou, like a virgin girded with sackcloth, for the owner of her youth.
9 Madoffer og Drikoffer er revet bort for Herrens Hus, Præsterne, Herrens Tjenere, sørge.
Cut off are the meal-offering and the drink-offering, from the house of Yahweh, —In grief are the priests, the attendants on Yahweh: —
10 Marken er ødelagt, Jordbunden sørger; thi Kornet er ødelagt, Mosten er fortørret, Olien er sygnet hen.
Laid waste is the field, in grief is the soil, —for laid waste is the corn, abashed is the new wine, languisheth the oil.
11 Agerdyrkerne ere beskæmmede, Vingaardsmændene hyle over Hveden og over Bygget; thi Høsten paa Marken er gaaet tabt.
Turn pale, ye husbandmen, howl, ye vinedressers, over the wheat, and over the barley, —for perished is the harvest of the field.
12 Vintræet er fortørret, og Figentræet er sygnet hen; Granatæbletræet, selv Palmetræet og Æbletræet, alle Træer paa Marken ere fortørrede; ja, Fryd er skamfuld vegen bort fra Menneskenes Børn.
The vine, is abashed, and, the fig-tree, languisheth, —pomegranate, palm also, and apple—all the trees of the field, have withered, Yea abashed is gladness, away from the sons of men.
13 Omgjorder eder og sørger, I Præster! hyler, I Altertjenere! gaar ind, tilbringer Natten i Sørgedragt, I min Guds Tjenere! thi Madoffer og Drikoffer er forment eders Guds Hus.
Gird yourselves and beat the breast—ye priests, howl, ye attendants of the altar, go in and wrap yourselves for the night in sackcloth, ye attendants on my God, —for, withholden from the house of your God, are the meal-offering and the drink- offering.
14 Helliger en Faste, udraaber en Forsamling, samler de Ældste, alle Landets Indbyggere til Herrens eders Guds Hus, og raaber til Herren!
Hallow ye a fast, Call a solemn assembly, Gather, O elders, all the inhabitants of the land, unto the house of Yahweh your God, —and make ye outcry unto Yahweh.
15 Ve, den Dag! thi Herrens Dag er nær og skal komme som en Ødelæggelse fra den Almægtige.
Alas for the day! For near is the day of Yahweh, and, as a veritable Destruction from the Destroyer, shall it come.
16 Er ikke Føden reven bort for vore Øjne, Glæde og Fryd fra vor Guds Hus?
Is it not, before our eyes, that, food, hath been cut off? From the house of our God, rejoicing and exultation.
17 Sædekornene ere raadnede under Jordskorpen, Forraadshusene ligge øde, Laderne ere nedbrudte, fordi Kornet er blevet til Skamme.
Rotted hath the seed, under their clods, Laid waste are their stores, Thrown down are the garners, —Yea abashed is the corn.
18 Hvor sukker dog Kvæget! Øksnenes Hjorde ere forvildede, thi de have ingen Græsgang, ogsaa Faarehjordene maa bøde.
How do the beasts groan! Perplexed are the herds of oxen, because there is no pasture for them, —even, the flocks of sheep, are destroyed!
19 Til dig, Herre! vil jeg raabe; thi en Ild har fortæret Græsgangene i Ørken, og en Lue har svedet alle Træerne paa Marken.
Unto thee, O Yahweh, will I cry, —for, a fire, hath consumed the pastures of the wilderness, and, a flame, hath set ablaze all the trees of the field.
20 Ogsaa Dyrene paa Marken se sukkende op til dig; thi Vandstrømmene ere udtørrede, og en Ild har fortæret Græsgangene i Ørken.
Even the beasts of the field, moan unto thee, —because dried up are the channels of water, and, a fire, hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
