Joel 1
1 This is the word of the LORD that came to Joel son of Pethuel:
Buno bwe bubaka bwa Mukama obwajjira Yoweeri mutabani wa Pesweri.
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?
Muwulirize mmwe abakadde ba Isirayiri, buli ali mu nsi naye awulirize. Kino kyali kibaddewo mu biseera byammwe, oba mu biseera bya bakitammwe?
3 Tell it to your children; let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation.
Mukibuulire abaana bammwe, nabo balikibuulira abaana baabwe, nabo balikibuulira ab’emirembe egiriddawo.
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.
Ebibinja by’enzige ebisooka bye zitalidde, enzige eziddirira zibirumbye, ate ezo bye zireseewo, enzige ento bye ziridde, ate zino bye zireseewo, enzige endala ne zibizikiririza ddala byonna!
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.
Muzuukuke, mmwe abatamiivu, mwekaabire amaziga; mukube ebiwoobe mmwe mwenna abanywi b’omwenge, mukube ebiwoobe kubanga akamwa kammwe katuuse okwerabira omwenge omusu.
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.
Eggwanga lirumbye ensi yange, ery’amaanyi ennyo era ery’abantu abatabalika. Amannyo gaalyo gali ng’ag’empologoma, n’amasongezo gaalyo ng’ag’empologoma enkazi.
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.
Eggwanga eryo lizikirizza emizabbibu gyange, ne limalawo emitiini gyange. Lisusumbudde ebikuta byagyo, byonna biri ku ttaka, amatabi gaagyo gasigadde gatukuuliridde.
8 Wail like a virgin dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
Mukungubage nga nnamwandu omuto afiiriddwa bba, ng’ayambadde ebibukutu olw’ennaku.
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.
Ebiweebwayo eby’emmere ey’empeke n’ebiweebwayo eby’okunywa tewakyali kirabikako mu nnyumba ya Mukama. Bakabona abaweerereza mu maaso ga Katonda bakungubaga.
10 The field is ruined; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, and the oil fails.
Ennimiro ziweddemu ebirime; ettaka likaze, Emmere ey’empeke eweddewo, omwenge omusu n’amafuta g’emizeeyituuni ne bibulira ddala.
11 Be dismayed, O farmers, wail, O vinedressers, over the wheat and barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.
Mmwe abalimi mukwatibwe entiisa, mmwe abalima emizabbibu mukaabe. Mukaabire eŋŋaano ne sayiri, kubanga ebyandikunguddwa byonna biweddewo.
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.
Omuzabbibu gukaze n’omutiini guyongobedde. Omukomamawanga, n’olukindu ne apo n’emiti gyonna egy’omu nnimiro giwotose. Abantu tebakyalina ssanyu.
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.
Mmwe bakabona, mwesibe mwambale ebibukutu mukungubage. Mmwe abaweereza ba Katonda wange ab’oku kyoto, mweyale wansi awali ekyoto, musule awo ekiro kyonna nga mukuba ebiwoobe, kubanga mu nnyumba ya Katonda wammwe temukyali kiweebwayo kyonna, eky’emmere ey’empeke oba eky’envinnyo.
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.
Mulangirire okusiiba okutukuvu n’okukuŋŋaana mu maaso ga Katonda. Muyite abakulu abakulembeze n’abantu bonna ababeera mu nsi, bajje mu nnyumba ya Mukama Katonda waabwe bamukaabirire.
15 Alas for the day! For the Day of the LORD is near, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
Zitusanze olw’olunaku luli! Kubanga olunaku lwa Mukama olw’entiisa lusembedde. Lulijja, ng’okuzikiriza okuva eri Ayinzabyonna.
16 Has not the food been cut off before our very eyes— joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Emmere tetuweddeeko nga tulaba? Essanyu n’okujaguza mu nnyumba ya Katonda waffe tebikomye?
17 The seeds lie shriveled beneath the clods; the storehouses are in ruins; the granaries are broken down, for the grain has withered away.
Ensigo ziwotokedde mu ttaka, amawanika makalu n’ebyagi by’emmere bikaze, kubanga emmere ey’empeke eweddewo.
18 How the cattle groan! The herds wander in confusion because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep are suffering.
Ensolo nga zisinda! Amagana gabuliddwa amagezi; kubanga tewali muddo, n’endiga nazo zidooba.
19 To You, O LORD, I call, for fire has consumed the open pastures and flames have scorched all the trees of the field.
Ayi Mukama, Ggwe gwe nkaabirira, kubanga omuddo gwonna gumaliddwawo empiira, n’emiti gyonna egy’omu nnimiro nagyo giyidde.
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.
Ensolo ez’omu nsiko nazo zikukaabira okuziyamba, emigga gikalidde, ne gye ziriira, omuddo gwonna guyidde.
