Joel 1
1 Herrens Ord, som kom til Joel, Pethuels Søn.
The LORD’s word that came to Joel, the 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, you elders, and listen, all you inhabitants of the land! Has 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!
Tell your children about it, and have your children tell their children, and their children, another generation.
4 Hvad Høskrækken lod overblive, aad Græshoppen, og hvad Græshoppen lod overblive, aad Oldenborren, og hvad Oldenborren lod overblive, aad Kornormen.
What the swarming locust has left, the great locust has eaten. What the great locust has left, the grasshopper has eaten. What the grasshopper has left, the caterpillar has 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.
Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it is 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 has come up on my land, strong, and without number. His teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the fangs of a lioness.
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 has laid my vine waste, and stripped my fig tree. He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away. Its branches are made white.
8 Hyl som en Jomfru, der har iført sig Sæk for sin Ungdoms Brudgom!
Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
9 Madoffer og Drikoffer er revet bort for Herrens Hus, Præsterne, Herrens Tjenere, sørge.
The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the LORD’s house. The priests, the LORD’s ministers, mourn.
10 Marken er ødelagt, Jordbunden sørger; thi Kornet er ødelagt, Mosten er fortørret, Olien er sygnet hen.
The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
11 Agerdyrkerne ere beskæmmede, Vingaardsmændene hyle over Hveden og over Bygget; thi Høsten paa Marken er gaaet tabt.
Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
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 has dried up, and the fig tree withered— the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all of the trees of the field are withered; for joy has withered 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.
Put on sackcloth and mourn, you priests! Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from your God’s house.
14 Helliger en Faste, udraaber en Forsamling, samler de Ældste, alle Landets Indbyggere til Herrens eders Guds Hus, og raaber til Herren!
Sanctify a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land to the house of the LORD, your God, and cry to the LORD.
15 Ve, den Dag! thi Herrens Dag er nær og skal komme som en Ødelæggelse fra den Almægtige.
Alas for the day! For the day of the LORD is at hand, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
16 Er ikke Føden reven bort for vore Øjne, Glæde og Fryd fra vor Guds Hus?
Isn’t the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 Sædekornene ere raadnede under Jordskorpen, Forraadshusene ligge øde, Laderne ere nedbrudte, fordi Kornet er blevet til Skamme.
The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.
18 Hvor sukker dog Kvæget! Øksnenes Hjorde ere forvildede, thi de have ingen Græsgang, ogsaa Faarehjordene maa bøde.
How the animals groan! The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
19 Til dig, Herre! vil jeg raabe; thi en Ild har fortæret Græsgangene i Ørken, og en Lue har svedet alle Træerne paa Marken.
LORD, I cry to you, for the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burnt 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.
Yes, the animals of the field pant to you, for the water brooks have dried up, and the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
