Joel 1
1 The Lord sent a message through Joel, son of Pethuel.
Pa inge kas lun LEUM GOD nu sel Joel, wen natul Pethuel.
2 Listen to this, elders; pay attention, everyone who lives in the land. Has anything ever happened like this before in your experience, or that of your forefathers?
Kowos mwet matu, lohng ma inge, Mwet Judah nukewa in porongo. Ku nu oasr kain ouiya inge sikyak in pacl lowos uh, Ku ke pacl lun papa tomowos?
3 Tell your children about it, and have your children tell it to their children, and their children tell the next generation.
Srumun ma inge nu sin tulik nutuwos, Ac elos fah srumun nu sin tulik natulos, Su ac fah srumun pac nu sin fwil tok ah.
4 What the cutting locusts left, the swarming locusts have eaten; what the swarming locusts left, the hopping locusts have eaten; what the hopping locusts left, the destroying locusts have eaten.
Fwilin locust puspis tuhwi tari fin ima lowos uh, Fahko ma lula tukun sie u in locust, u se toko ah kangla.
5 Wake up, you drunks, and weep! Howl you wine-drinkers, because the new wine has been suddenly taken away from your mouth!
Ngutalik ac tung, kowos mwet sruhi; Tung, kowos mwet lungse nimnim, Mweyen grape mwe orek wain sasu kunausyukla.
6 A nation has invaded my land: powerful and too many to count. Their teeth are like lion's teeth, their fangs like those of a lioness.
Sie un locust na matol utyak tari nu in acn sesr oana un mwet mweun. Elos arulana fokoko ac pusla, tia ku in oaoala. Wihselos arulana kosroh oana wihsen soko lion.
7 It has ruined my grapevines and destroyed my fig trees, stripping them completely and reducing them to stumps, white and bare.
Elos kunausla ima in grape lasr, Ac kontonauk sak fig sunasr. Elos ngalesla kulun sak uh Nwe ke na lah nukewa fasrfasrla.
8 Mourn like a bride dressed in sackcloth, mourning the death of her husband-to-be.
Mwet uh in tung, oana sie mutan fusr su mwemelil ke misa Lun mukul se el akola in payuk nu se.
9 Grain and wine offerings have stopped in the Temple. The priests who minister before the Lord are in mourning.
Wangin wheat ku wain kowos ac kisakin in Tempul uh. Mwet tol elos asor mweyen wangin ma elos ac kisakin nu sin LEUM GOD.
10 The fields are devastated, the earth mourns; for the grain is ruined, the new wine dries up, the olive oil fails.
Ima uh sikiyukla, Ac infohk uh mwemelil Mweyen wheat uh kunausyukla, Grape uh masla, Ac sak olive uli.
11 Be ashamed, farmers, and wail in sorrow, keepers of vineyards, over the wheat and the barley, for the crops from the fields are ruined.
Kowos mwet ima in arulana asor, Kowos su karingin ima in grape in tung, Mweyen wheat ac barley — Aok, mwe yok nukewa kunanula.
12 The vines are shriveled, the fig trees are withered; the pomegranate, the palm, and the apricot trees—all the fruit trees have dried up, and at the same time the people's happiness has also dried up.
Ima grape ac sak fig nukewa uli; Sak nukewa ma isus fahko uli ac masla. Mwe akenganye mwet uh wanginla.
13 Dress in sackcloth, you priests, and mourn; weep, you who minister before the altar! Go and spend the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, for the grain and wine offerings have stopped in the Temple.
Kowos mwet tol su kulansap ke loang uh, Nokomang nuknuk yohk eoa ac tung. Utyak nu in Tempul ac mwemelil fong fon! Wangin wheat ku wain in sang nu sin God lowos.
14 Proclaim a fast; call a sacred assembly. Have the elders and all people of the land gather in the Temple, and cry out to your God, to the Lord.
Sapkin in oasr sie tukeni lulap, Ac mwet nukewa in lalo. Pangoneni mwet kol Ac mwet Judah nukewa Nu in Tempul lun LEUM GOD lowos Ac pang nu sel!
15 What a terrible day! For the day of the Lord is near, it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
Len lun LEUM GOD apkuranme, Len se ma God Kulana El ac kunausla ma nukewa. Fuka lupan sangeng ac rarrar ac sikyak ke len sac!
16 Haven't we seen our food taken away from us, right before our eyes? There is no joy and happiness in God's Temple.
Kut ngetang na liye ke ima lasr uh masla, ac wangin ma kut ku in oru. Wanginla pwar in Tempul lun God lasr.
17 Seeds planted in the ground shrivel up; the storehouses are empty, the barns are torn down because the grain has dried up.
Infohk uh paola ac fita uh masla. Wanginla wheat in oan ke nien filma, Ouinge lohm in filma uh musalla.
18 The farm animals moan with hunger. The herds of cattle wander everywhere because they can't find grass to eat; the flocks of sheep are suffering.
Cow uh wowoyak ke keok lalos Mweyen wangin acn elos in mongo we. Un sheep uh wi pac keok.
19 To you, Lord, I cry out! For fire has destroyed the pastures in the wilderness; flames have burned up all the orchards.
O LEUM GOD, nga pang nu sum, Mweyen ima uh ac insak uh paola ac masla, Oana in isisyak.
20 Even the wild animals long for you because the streams have dried up, and fire has destroyed the pastures in the wilderness.
Finne kosro lemnak elos wowoyak pac nu sum, Mweyen infacl uh paola.
