Joel 1
1 This is the word of the LORD that came to Joel son of Pethuel:
Слово Господне, иже бысть ко Иоилю сыну Вафуилеву.
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?
Слышите сия, старцы, и внушите, вси живущии на земли: аще быша сицевая во днех ваших или во днех отец ваших?
3 Tell it to your children; let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation.
О сих чадом своим поведите, а чада ваша чадом своим, а чада их роду другому:
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.
останок гусениц поядоша прузи, и останок пругов поядоша мшицы, и останок мшиц поядоша сиплеве.
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.
Утрезвитеся, пиянии, от вина своего и плачитеся: рыдайте, вси пиющии вино до пиянства, яко отяся от уст ваших веселие и радость.
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.
Понеже язык взыде на землю Мою крепок и безчислен: зубы его (якоже) зубы львовы, и членовныя его якоже львичища:
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.
положи виноград Мой в погубление и смоквы Моя в сломление: взыскуя обыска и и сверже, обели лозие его.
8 Wail like a virgin dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
Восплачися ко мне паче невесты препоясаныя во вретище по мужи своем девственнем.
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.
Извержеся жертва и возлияние из дому Господня: плачитеся, жерцы, служащии жертвеннику Господню,
10 The field is ruined; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, and the oil fails.
яко опустеша поля. Плачися, земле, яко пострада пшеница, и изсше вино, умалися елей,
11 Be dismayed, O farmers, wail, O vinedressers, over the wheat and barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.
посрамишася земледелателе. Плачитеся, села, по пшенице и по ячмени, яко погибе обымание от нивы,
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.
виноград изсше, и смоквы умалишася: шипки, и финикс, и яблонь, и вся древа польская изсхоша, яко посрамиша радость сынове человечи.
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.
Препояшитеся и бийтеся, жерцы, плачитеся, служащии жертвеннику: внидите, поспите во вретищих, служащии Богу, яко отяся от дому Бога вашего жертва и возлияние:
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.
освятите пост, проповедите цельбу, соберите старейшины вся живущия на земли в дом Бога вашего и воззовите ко Господу усердно:
15 Alas for the day! For the Day of the LORD is near, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
увы мне, увы мне, увы мне в день! Яко близ есть день Господень, и яко беда от беды приидет:
16 Has not the food been cut off before our very eyes— joy and gladness from the house of our God?
яко пред очима вашима пищи взяшася и от дому Бога вашего веселие и радость.
17 The seeds lie shriveled beneath the clods; the storehouses are in ruins; the granaries are broken down, for the grain has withered away.
Вскочиша юницы у яслей своих, погибоша сокровища, раскопашася точила, яко посше пшеница.
18 How the cattle groan! The herds wander in confusion because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep are suffering.
Что положим себе? Восплакашася стада волов, яко не бе пажити им, и паствы овчия погибоша.
19 To You, O LORD, I call, for fire has consumed the open pastures and flames have scorched all the trees of the field.
К Тебе, Господи, возопию, яко огнь потреби красная пустыни, и пламень пожже вся древа польская,
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.
и скоти польстии воззреша к Тебе, яко посхоша источницы воднии, и огнь пояде красная пустыни.
