Joel 1
1 The word of the Lord which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Verbum Domini, quod factum est ad Ioel filium Phatuel.
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?
Audite hoc senes, et auribus percipite omnes habitatores terræ: si factum est istud in diebus vestris, aut in diebus patrum vestrorum?
3 Give the story of it to your children, and let them give it to their children, and their children to another generation.
Super hoc filiis vestris narrate, et filii vestri filiis suis, et filii eorum generationi alteræ.
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.
Residuum erucæ comedit locusta, et residuum locustæ comedit bruchus, et residuum bruchi comedit rubigo.
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.
Expergiscimini ebrii, et flete, et ululate omnes, qui bibitis vinum in dulcedine: quoniam periit ab ore vestro.
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.
Gens enim ascendit super terram meam, fortis et innumerabilis: dentes eius ut dentes leonis: et molares eius ut catuli leonis.
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.
Posuit vineam meam in desertum, et ficum meam decorticavit: nudans spoliavit eam, et proiecit: albi facti sunt rami eius.
8 Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
Plange quasi virgo accincta sacco super virum pubertatis suæ.
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.
Periit sacrificium, et libatio de domo Domini: luxerunt sacerdotes ministri Domini.
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.
Depopulata est regio, luxit humus: quoniam devastatum est triticum, confusum est vinum, elanguit oleum.
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.
Confusi sunt agricolæ, ululaverunt vinitores super frumento, et hordeo, quia periit messis agri.
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.
Vinea confusa est, et ficus elanguit: malogranatum, et palma, et malum, et omnia ligna agri aruerunt: quia confusum est gaudium a filiis hominum.
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.
Accingite vos, et plangite sacerdotes, ululate ministri altaris: ingredimini, cubate in sacco ministri Dei mei: quoniam interiit de domo Dei vestri sacrificium, et libatio.
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.
Sanctificate ieiunium, vocate cœtum, congregate senes omnes habitatores terræ in domum Dei vestri: et clamate ad Dominum:
15 Sorrow for the day! for the day of the Lord is near, and as destruction from the Ruler of all it will come.
A, a, a, diei! quia prope est dies Domini, et quasi vastitas a potente veniet.
16 Is not food cut off before our eyes? joy and delight from the house of our God?
Numquid non coram oculis vestris alimenta perierunt de domo Dei nostri, lætitia, et exultatio?
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.
Computruerunt iumenta in stercore suo, demolita sunt horrea, dissipatæ sunt apothecæ: quoniam confusum est triticum.
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.
Quid ingemuit animal, mugierunt greges armenti? Quia non est pascua eis: sed et greges pecorum disperierunt.
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.
Ad te Domine clamabo: quia ignis comedit speciosa deserti, et flamma succendit omnia ligna regionis.
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.
Sed et bestiæ agri, quasi area sitiens imbrem, suspexerunt ad te: quoniam exiccati sunt fontes aquarum, et ignis devoravit speciosa deserti.
