Joel 1
1 The word of the Lord which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Okwu Onyenwe anyị nke bịakwutere Juel nwa Petuel.
2 Give ear to this, you old men, and take note, you people of the land. Has this ever been in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
Nụrụnụ nke a, unu ndị okenye; geenụ ntị, unu ndị niile bi nʼala a. Ihe dị otu a o meela na ndụ unu, ka o mere na ndụ nna nna unu ha?
3 Give the story of it to your children, and let them give it to their children, and their children to another generation.
Gwanụ ya ụmụ unu, ka ụmụ unu gwakwa ụmụ ha, ka ụmụ ha gwakwa ụmụ ụmụ ha, ka ụmụ ụmụ ha gwakwa ọgbọ nke na-eso ha.
4 What the worm did not make a meal of, has been taken by the locust; and what the locust did not take, has been food for the plant-worm; and what the plant-worm did not take, has been food for the field-fly.
Ihe igurube rifọrọ ka igurube ukwu richara, ihe igurube ukwu rifọrọ, ka ụmụ igurube richara, ihe ụmụ igurube rifọrọ ka igurube ndị ọzọ richapụrụ.
5 Come out of your sleep, you who are overcome with wine, and give yourselves to weeping; give cries of sorrow, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it has been cut off from your mouths.
Tetanụ, unu ndị na-aṅụbiga mmanya oke. Kwaanụ akwa. Kwaanụ akwa unu ndị na-aṅụ mmanya; kwaanụ akwa nʼihi mmanya ọhụrụ, nʼihi na e sitela nʼọnụ unu napụ unu mmanya unu na-aṅụ.
6 For a nation has come up over my land, strong and without number; his teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the back teeth of a great lion.
O nwere mba bịakwasịrị ala m, usuu ndị agha nke na-enweghị ịgụta ọnụ; nke nwere eze dịka ọdụm, nweekwa ikiri eze dịka ka nne ọdụm.
7 By him my vine is made waste and my fig-tree broken: he has taken all its fruit and sent it down to the earth; its branches are made white.
Ọ laala mkpụrụ vaịnị m nʼiyi mee ka osisi fiig m niile mebie kpamkpam. O kpechapụsịala agbụgbọ osisi fiig m, kpofuo ha, hapụ alaka osisi ya ka ọ na-acha ọcha.
8 Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
Kwaa akwa mwute dịka nwaagbọghọ na-amaghị nwoke, nke di na-aga ịlụ ya nwụrụ.
9 The meal offering and the drink offering have been cut off from the house of the Lord; the priests, the Lord's servants, are sorrowing.
Akwụsịla iwebata onyinye ọka na onyinye mmanya nʼụlọ Onyenwe anyị. Ndị nchụaja na-eru ụjụ, bụ ndị ahụ na-eje ozi nʼihu Onyenwe anyị.
10 The fields are wasted, the land has become dry; for the grain is wasted, the new wine is kept back, the oil is poor.
Emebiela ala ubi niile, ala nọ na-eru ụjụ. Ebibiela ọka niile, mmanya adịghịkwa, otu a kwa, mmanụ oliv adịghịkwa.
11 The farmers are shamed, the workers in the vine-gardens give cries of grief, for the wheat and the barley; for the produce of the fields has come to destruction.
Daanụ mba nʼobi unu, unu ndị ọrụ ubi, tienụ mkpu akwa, unu ndị ọrụ ubi vaịnị. Tienụ aka nʼobi nʼihi ọka wiiti na ọka balị, nʼihi na a laala owuwe ihe ubi nʼiyi.
12 The vine has become dry and the fig-tree is feeble; the pomegranate and the palm-tree and the apple-tree, even all the trees of the field, are dry: because joy has gone from the sons of men.
Osisi vaịnị anwụọla. Osisi fiig akpọnwụọla. Osisi pomegranet na osisi nkwụ, na osisi apụl akpọnwụọla. Nʼezie, osisi niile akpọnwụọla. Nʼebe ndị mmadụ nọ, ọṅụ alala.
13 Put haircloth round you and give yourselves to sorrow, you priests; give cries of grief, you servants of the altar: come in, and, clothed in haircloth, let the night go past, you servants of my God: for the meal offering and the drink offering have been kept back from the house of your God.
Yikwasịnụ onwe unu akwa mkpe, unu ndị nchụaja; ruonụ ụjụ, kwaanụ akwa, unu ndị na-eje ozi nʼebe ịchụ aja. Bịanụ, yiri akwa mkpe nọ ọnọdụ abalị unu ndị na-ejere Chineke m ozi nʼihi na egbochiela onyinye ọka na onyinye ihe ọṅụṅụ ịbata nʼụlọ Chineke unu.
14 Let a time be fixed for going without food, have a holy meeting, let the old men, even all the people of the land, come together to the house of the Lord your God, crying out to the Lord.
Kpọsaanụ obubu ọnụ dị nsọ. Kpọọnụ nzukọta dị nsọ. Chịkọtaanụ ndị okenye na ndị niile bi nʼala a, ka ha bịa nʼụlọnsọ Onyenwe anyị Chineke unu; ka ha tikuo Onyenwe anyị mkpu akwa.
15 Sorrow for the day! for the day of the Lord is near, and as destruction from the Ruler of all it will come.
Ụbọchị dị oke egwu ka ụbọchị ahụ bụ! Nʼihi na ụbọchị Onyenwe anyị abịala nso. Ọ ga-ewetakwa mbibi site nʼaka Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile.
16 Is not food cut off before our eyes? joy and delight from the house of our God?
Ọ bụ na e sitebeghị nʼihu anyị wezuga ihe oriri niile, Ọ bụ na ọṅụ na obi ụtọ e sitebeghị nʼụlọnsọ Chineke anyị pụọ?
17 The grains have become small and dry under the spade; the store-houses are made waste, the grain-stores are broken down; for the grain is dry and dead.
Mkpụrụ ubi akpọnwụọla nʼọkpụrụkpụ aja ala. Ụlọ a na-edebe ihe oriri atọgbọrọla nʼefu, a kwatuola ọba niile, nʼihi na mkpụrụ ọka niile akpọọla nku.
18 What sounds of pain come from the beasts! the herds of cattle are at a loss because there is no grass for them; even the flocks of sheep are no longer to be seen.
Lee otu anụ ụlọ niile si eze ume! Igwe ehi na-awagharị nʼihi na ha enweghị ebe ịta nri; ọ bụladị igwe atụrụ nọkwa nʼọnọdụ ịta ahụhụ.
19 O Lord, my cry goes up to you: for fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste, and all the trees of the field are burned with its flame.
Gị Onyenwe anyị, ka m na-akpọku, nʼihi na ọkụ erepịala ebe ịta nri nke ụmụ anụ ụlọ. Ọkụ erechapụkwala osisi niile dị nʼọhịa.
20 The beasts of the field are turning to you with desire: for the water-streams are dry and fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste.
Ọ bụladị ụmụ anụ ọhịa na-ebeku gị akwa, nʼihi na iyi niile ataala, ọkụ erechapụkwala ebe ịta nri nke anụmanụ niile nke dị nʼọzara.
