Joel 1

1 This is the word of the LORD that came to Joel son of Pethuel:

HERRENS Ord, som kom til Joel, Petuels Søn.

2 Hear this, O elders; and give ear, all who dwell in the land. Has anything like this ever happened in your days or in the days of your fathers?

Hør dette, I Ældste, laan Øre, alle, som bor i Landet! Er sligt mon sket i eders eller eders Fædres Dage?

3 Tell it to your children; let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation.

I skal fortælle det til eders Børn, og de igen til deres, og deres til næste Slægt.

4 What the devouring locust has left, the swarming locust has eaten; what the swarming locust has left, the young locust has eaten; and what the young locust has left, the destroying locust has eaten.

Græshoppen aad, hvad Gnaveren levned, Springeren aad, hvad Græshoppen levned, Æderen aad, hvad Springeren levned.

5 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it has been cut off from your mouth.

Vaagn op, I drukne, og græd; enhver, som drikker Vin, skal jamre over Most, der gik tabt for eders Mund.

6 For a nation has invaded My land, powerful and without number; its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and its fangs are the fangs of a lioness.

Thi et Folk drog op mod mit Land, vældigt og uden Tal; dets Tænder er Løvetænder, det har Kindtænder som en Løvinde.

7 It has laid waste My grapevine and splintered My fig tree. It has stripped off the bark and thrown it away; the branches have turned white.

Det lagde min Vinstok øde, knækked mit Figentræ, afbarked og hærgede det; dets Grene stritter hvide.

8 Wail like a virgin dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.

Klag som sørgeklædt Jomfru over sin Ungdoms Brudgom!

9 Grain and drink offerings have been cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests are in mourning, those who minister before the LORD.

Afgrødeoffer og Drikoffer gik tabt for HERRENS Hus; Præsterne, HERRENS Tjenere sørger.

10 The field is ruined; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, and the oil fails.

Marken er ødelagt, Jorden sørger; thi Kornet er ødelagt, Mosten slog fejl og Olien hentørres.

11 Be dismayed, O farmers, wail, O vinedressers, over the wheat and barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.

Bønder skuffes og Vingaardsmænd jamrer baade over Hveden og Byggen; thi Markens Høst gik tabt;

12 The grapevine is dried up, and the fig tree is withered; the pomegranate, palm, and apple— all the trees of the orchard—are withered. Surely the joy of mankind has dried up.

fejl slog Vinstokken, Figentræet tørres; Granatæble-, Palme— og Æbletræ, hvert Markens Træ tørres hen. Ja, med Skam veg Glæde fra Menneskens Børn.

13 Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, O ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God, because the grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.

Sørg, I Præster, i Sæk, I Alterets Tjenere, jamrer! Gaa ind og bær Sæk i Nat, I, som tjener min Gud! Thi Afgrødeoffer og Drikoffer unddrages eders Guds Hus.

14 Consecrate a fast; proclaim a solemn assembly! Gather the elders and all the residents of the land to the house of the LORD your God, and cry out to the LORD.

Helliger en Faste, udraab festlig Samling, I Ældste, kald alle, som bor i Landet, sammen til HERREN eders Guds Hus og raab saa til HERREN!

15 Alas for the day! For the Day of the LORD is near, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.

Ak, hvilken Dag! Thi nær er HERRENS Dag, den kommer som Vold fra den Vældige.

16 Has not the food been cut off before our very eyes— joy and gladness from the house of our God?

Saa vi ej Føden gaa tabt, vor Guds Hus tømt for Glæde og Jubel?

17 The seeds lie shriveled beneath the clods; the storehouses are in ruins; the granaries are broken down, for the grain has withered away.

Sæden skrumper ind i den klumpede Jord; Lader er nedbrudt, Forraadshuse jævnet, thi Kornet er vissent.

18 How the cattle groan! The herds wander in confusion because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep are suffering.

Hvor Kvæget dog stønner! Oksernes Hjorde er skræmte, fordi de ikke har Græs; selv Smaakvægets Hjorde lider.

19 To You, O LORD, I call, for fire has consumed the open pastures and flames have scorched all the trees of the field.

Jeg raaber til dig, o HERRE; thi Ild har fortæret Ørkenens Græsning, og Luen afsved hvert Markens Træ;

20 Even the beasts of the field pant for You, for the streams of water have dried up, and fire has consumed the open pastures.

til dig skriger selv Markens Dyr, thi Bækkenes Lejer er tørre, og Ild har fortæret Ørkenens Græsning.