Joel 1
1 The word of Jehovah that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
Pawòl SENYÈ a te vin kote Joël, fis a Pethuel la.
2 Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land. Has this been in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
Koute sa ansyen nou yo, koute sa, tout abitan peyi a! Èske yon bagay konsa konn rive nan jou nou yo, oswa nan jou a papa zansèt nou yo?
3 Tell ye your sons of it, and let your sons tell their sons, and their sons another generation.
Pale pitit nou yo bagay sa a, e kite pitit nou pale pitit pa yo ak pitit a yon lòt jenerasyon.
4 That which the palmer-worm has left the locust has eaten, and that which the locust has left the canker-worm has eaten, and that which the canker-worm has left the caterpillar has eaten.
Sa ke ti krikèt la te kite, gwo krikèt la fin manje. Sa ke gwo krikèt la te kite, ti cheni an te manje. Sa ke ti cheni an te kite, gwo cheni an te manje.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, and wail, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it is cut off from your mouth.
Moun sou yo, leve pou nou ka kriye! Rele fò, nou tout k ap bwè diven an, akoz diven dous lan, paske li deja retire pou l kite bouch nou.
6 For a nation has come up upon my land, strong, and without number. His teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
Paske yon nasyon deja anvayi peyi mwen an, ak gwo pwisans, fòs kantite moun depase kontwòl. Dan l se dan a yon lyon; gwo dan l yo se tankou dan a yon manman lyon.
7 He has laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree. He has made it clean bare, and cast it away. The branches of it are made white.
Li te fè chan rezen mwen an vin yon kote gate. Li te rache pye fig mwen an. Li fin rache li nèt nèt, e jete li. Branch yo te vin blanch.
8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Rele fò tankou yon vyèj ki abiye ak twal sak pou fiyanse jenès li ki mouri.
9 The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the house of Jehovah. The priests, Jehovah's ministers, mourn.
Ofrann sereyal ak ofrann bwason an vin kou pe soti lakay SENYÈ a. Prèt yo, sèvitè a SENYÈ a, ap lamante.
10 The field is laid waste; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, the oil languishes.
Chan an vin gate nèt. Peyi a ap fè dèy. Paske tout sereyal la fin gate nèt. Diven nèf la fin seche, lwil fre a vin sispann.
11 Be confounded, O ye husbandmen. Wail, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley, for the harvest of the field is perished.
Se pou nou pa konprann anyèn, O kiltivatè yo! Rele anmwey, O nou menm k ap okipe pye rezen yo! Ble ak lòj la te peri nèt; rekòlt chan an fin detwi.
12 The vine is withered, 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. For joy has withered away from the sons of men.
Pye rezen an vin sèch, e pye fig la vin pa donnen. Pye grenad la, pye palmis lan ak pye pòm nan; menm tout pyebwa nan chan an fin cheche. Anverite Lajwa a vin seche soti pami fis a lòm yo.
13 Gird yourselves with sackcloth, and lament, ye priests. Wail, ye ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God. For the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from the house of your God.
Mare senti nou ak twal sak e kriye fò, O prèt yo, Rele anmwey! O sèvitè a lotèl yo, Vin pase nwit lan ak twal sak, chèf sèvitè a Bondye mwen yo. Paske ofrann sereyal la ak ofrann bwason an p ap antre lakay Bondye nou an.
14 Sanctify a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the old men and all the inhabitants of the land to the house of Jehovah your God, and cry to Jehovah.
Vin konsakre jèn nan! Pwoklame asanble solanèl lan! Rasanble tout ansyen yo ak tout moun ki rete nan peyi a, pou yo vini lakay SENYÈ a, Bondye nou an, pou kriye fò anvè SENYÈ a.
15 Alas for the day! For the day of Jehovah is at hand, and it shall come as destruction from the Almighty.
Elas pou jou a! Paske jou SENYÈ a vin pwòch. Li va vini tankou destriksyon ki soti nan Toupwisan an.
16 Is not the food cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Èske manje a pa t retire soti devan zye nou? Lajwa ak kè kontan soti lakay Bondye nou an?
17 The seeds rot under their clods. The garners are laid desolate. The barns are broken down. For the grain is withered.
Jèm yo vin pouri anba bòl tè yo. Depo yo vin abandone. Kay depo yo fin demoli nèt, paske sereyal la vin sispann nèt.
18 How do the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are perplexed because they have no pasture, yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
Ala plenyen bèt yo plenyen nan gòj! Twoupo bèf yo ap gaye toupatou, paske pa gen patiraj pou yo. Menm bann mouton yo ap soufri.
19 O Jehovah, to thee do I cry. For the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the field.
A Ou menm, O SENYÈ, Mwen kriye; paske dife fin devore patiraj nan savann yo, e flanm dife fin brile tout pyebwa nan chan yo.
20 Yea, the beasts of the field pant to thee, for the water brooks are dried up, and the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Menm bèt chan yo rele vè Ou menm; paske sous dlo yo fin seche e dife a te devore tout patiraj nan savann yo.
