Joel 1
1 The word of the Lord that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Pawòl SENYÈ a te vin kote Joël, fis a Pethuel la.
2 Listen to this, elders, and pay close attention, all inhabitants of the land. Did this ever happen in your days or in the days of your fathers?
Koute sa ansyen nou yo, koute sa, tout abitan peyi a! Èske yon bagay konsa konn rive nan jou nou yo, oswa nan jou a papa zansèt nou yo?
3 Talk this over with your sons, and your sons with their sons, and their sons with another generation.
Pale pitit nou yo bagay sa a, e kite pitit nou pale pitit pa yo ak pitit a yon lòt jenerasyon.
4 The locust has eaten what the caterpillar has left, and the beetle has eaten what the locust has left, and the mildew has eaten what the beetle has left.
Sa ke ti krikèt la te kite, gwo krikèt la fin manje. Sa ke gwo krikèt la te kite, ti cheni an te manje. Sa ke ti cheni an te kite, gwo cheni an te manje.
5 Rouse yourselves, you drunkards, and weep and wail, all you who delight in drinking wine; for it has been cut off from your mouth.
Moun sou yo, leve pou nou ka kriye! Rele fò, nou tout k ap bwè diven an, akoz diven dous lan, paske li deja retire pou l kite bouch nou.
6 For a nation has ascended over my land: strong and without number. His teeth are like the teeth of a lion, and his molars are like that of a lion’s young.
Paske yon nasyon deja anvayi peyi mwen an, ak gwo pwisans, fòs kantite moun depase kontwòl. Dan l se dan a yon lyon; gwo dan l yo se tankou dan a yon manman lyon.
7 He has put my vineyard into desolation, and he has pulled off the bark of my fig tree. He has stripped it bare and cast it away; its branches have become white.
Li te fè chan rezen mwen an vin yon kote gate. Li te rache pye fig mwen an. Li fin rache li nèt nèt, e jete li. Branch yo te vin blanch.
8 Lament like a betrothed virgin, wrapped in sackcloth at the loss of the husband of her youth.
Rele fò tankou yon vyèj ki abiye ak twal sak pou fiyanse jenès li ki mouri.
9 Sacrifice and libation have perished from the house of the Lord; the priests who are ministers of the Lord have mourned.
Ofrann sereyal ak ofrann bwason an vin kou pe soti lakay SENYÈ a. Prèt yo, sèvitè a SENYÈ a, ap lamante.
10 The region has been depopulated, the soil has mourned. For the wheat has been devastated, the wine has been disfigured, the oil has languished.
Chan an vin gate nèt. Peyi a ap fè dèy. Paske tout sereyal la fin gate nèt. Diven nèf la fin seche, lwil fre a vin sispann.
11 The farmers have been confounded, the vineyard workers have wailed over the crop and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.
Se pou nou pa konprann anyèn, O kiltivatè yo! Rele anmwey, O nou menm k ap okipe pye rezen yo! Ble ak lòj la te peri nèt; rekòlt chan an fin detwi.
12 The vineyard is in ruin, and the fig tree has languished. The pomegranate tree, and the palm tree, and the fruit tree, and all the trees of the field have withered. For joy has been thrown into disorder before the sons of men.
Pye rezen an vin sèch, e pye fig la vin pa donnen. Pye grenad la, pye palmis lan ak pye pòm nan; menm tout pyebwa nan chan an fin cheche. Anverite Lajwa a vin seche soti pami fis a lòm yo.
13 Priests, gird yourselves and lament. Ministers of the altars, wail. Enter, ministers of my God, lie in sackcloth. For sacrifice and libation have passed away from the house of your God.
Mare senti nou ak twal sak e kriye fò, O prèt yo, Rele anmwey! O sèvitè a lotèl yo, Vin pase nwit lan ak twal sak, chèf sèvitè a Bondye mwen yo. Paske ofrann sereyal la ak ofrann bwason an p ap antre lakay Bondye nou an.
14 Sanctify a fast, call an assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of your God. And cry out to the Lord:
Vin konsakre jèn nan! Pwoklame asanble solanèl lan! Rasanble tout ansyen yo ak tout moun ki rete nan peyi a, pou yo vini lakay SENYÈ a, Bondye nou an, pou kriye fò anvè SENYÈ a.
15 “Ah, ah, ah, the day!” For the day of the Lord is near, and it will arrive, like a devastation, before the powerful.
Elas pou jou a! Paske jou SENYÈ a vin pwòch. Li va vini tankou destriksyon ki soti nan Toupwisan an.
16 Has not your nourishment perished from before your eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Èske manje a pa t retire soti devan zye nou? Lajwa ak kè kontan soti lakay Bondye nou an?
17 The mules have rotted in their own manure, the barns have been demolished, the wine cellars have been destroyed, because the grain has been ruined.
Jèm yo vin pouri anba bòl tè yo. Depo yo vin abandone. Kay depo yo fin demoli nèt, paske sereyal la vin sispann nèt.
18 Why have the animals groaned, the herds of cattle bellowed? because there is no pasture for them. Yes, and even the flocks of sheep have been lost.
Ala plenyen bèt yo plenyen nan gòj! Twoupo bèf yo ap gaye toupatou, paske pa gen patiraj pou yo. Menm bann mouton yo ap soufri.
19 To you, O Lord, I will cry out, because fire has devoured the beauty of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the countryside.
A Ou menm, O SENYÈ, Mwen kriye; paske dife fin devore patiraj nan savann yo, e flanm dife fin brile tout pyebwa nan chan yo.
20 Yes, and even the beasts of the field have gazed up at you, like the dry ground thirsting for rain, because the fountains of waters have dried up, and fire has devoured the beauty of the wilderness.
Menm bèt chan yo rele vè Ou menm; paske sous dlo yo fin seche e dife a te devore tout patiraj nan savann yo.
