Joel 1
1 The worde of the Lord that came to Ioel the sonne of Pethuel.
Ọ̀rọ̀ Olúwa tí ó tọ Joẹli ọmọ Petueli wá.
2 Heare ye this, O Elders, and hearken ye all inhabitantes of the land, whether such a thing hath bene in your dayes, or yet in the dayes of your fathers.
Ẹ gbọ́ èyí ẹ̀yin àgbàgbà; ẹ fi etí sílẹ̀ gbogbo ẹ̀yin ènìyàn ará ilẹ̀ náà. Ǹjẹ́ irú èyí ha wà ní ọjọ́ yín, tàbí ní ọjọ́ àwọn baba yín?
3 Tell you your children of it, and let your children shew to their children, and their children to another generation.
Ẹ sọ ọ́ fún àwọn ọmọ yín, ki àwọn ọmọ yín sọ fún àwọn ọmọ wọn, ki àwọn ọmọ wọn sọ fún àwọn ìran mìíràn.
4 That which is left of ye palmer worme, hath the grashopper eaten, and the residue of ye grashopper hath the canker worme eaten, and the residue of the canker worme hath the caterpiller eaten.
Èyí tí eṣú tí agénijẹ jẹ kù ní ọ̀wọ́ eṣú ńlá ńlá ti jẹ, èyí tí ọ̀wọ́ eṣú ńlá ńlá jẹ kù ní eṣú kéékèèké jẹ, èyí tí eṣú kéékèèké jẹ kù ni eṣú apanirun mìíràn jẹ.
5 Awake ye drunkards, and weepe, and howle all ye drinkers of wine, because of the newe wine: for it shalbe pulled from your mouth.
Ẹ jí gbogbo ẹ̀yin ọ̀mùtí kí ẹ sì sọkún ẹ hu gbogbo ẹ̀yin ọ̀mu-wáìnì; ẹ hu nítorí wáìnì tuntun nítorí a gbà á kúrò lẹ́nu yín.
6 Yea, a nation commeth vpon my lande, mightie, and without nomber, whose teeth are like the teeth of a lyon, and he hath the iawes of a great lyon.
Nítorí orílẹ̀-èdè kan ti ṣígun sí ilẹ̀ mìíràn ó ní agbára púpọ̀, kò sì ní òǹkà; ó ní eyín kìnnìún ó sì ní èrìgì abo kìnnìún.
7 He maketh my vine waste, and pilleth off the barke of my figge tree: he maketh it bare, and casteth it downe: ye branches therof are made white.
Ó ti pa àjàrà mi run, ó sì ti ya ẹ̀ka igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ mi kúrò, ó ti bò èèpo rẹ̀ jálẹ̀, ó sì sọ ọ́ nù; àwọn ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ ni a sì sọ di funfun.
8 Mourne like a virgine girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún bí wúńdíá tí a fi aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ dí ni àmùrè, nítorí ọkọ ìgbà èwe rẹ̀.
9 The meate offring, and the drinke offring is cut off from the House of the Lord: the Priests the Lords ministers mourne.
A ké ọrẹ jíjẹ́ àti ọrẹ mímu kúrò ní ilé Olúwa. Àwọn àlùfáà ń ṣọ̀fọ̀, àwọn ìránṣẹ́ Olúwa.
10 The fielde is wasted: the lande mourneth: for the corne is destroyed: the new wine is dried vp, and the oyle is decayed.
Oko di ìgboro, ilẹ̀ ń ṣọ̀fọ̀, nítorí a fi ọkà ṣòfò: ọtí wáìnì tuntun gbẹ, òróró ń bùṣe.
11 Be ye ashamed, O husband men: howle, O ye vine dressers for the wheate, and for the barly, because the haruest of the fielde is perished.
Kí ojú kí ó tì yín, ẹ̀yin àgbẹ̀; ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún ẹ̀yin olùtọ́jú àjàrà, nítorí alikama àti nítorí ọkà barle; nítorí ìkórè oko ṣègbé.
12 The vine is dried vp, and the figge tree is decayed: the pomegranate tree and the palme tree, and the apple tree, euen all the trees of the fielde are withered: surely the ioy is withered away from the sonnes of men.
Àjàrà gbẹ, igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ sì rọ̀ dànù; igi pomegiranate, igi ọ̀pẹ pẹ̀lú, àti igi apiili, gbogbo igi igbó ni o rọ. Nítorí náà ayọ̀ ọmọ ènìyàn gbẹ kúrò lọ́dọ̀ wọn.
13 Girde your selues and lament, ye Priests: howle ye ministers of the altar: come, and lie all night in sackecloth, ye ministers of my God: for the meate offring, and the drinke offring is taken away from the house of your God.
Ẹ di ara yín ni àmùrè, sí pohùnréré ẹkún ẹ̀yin àlùfáà: ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún, ẹ̀yin ìránṣẹ́ pẹpẹ: ẹ wá, fi gbogbo òru dùbúlẹ̀ nínú aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀, ẹ̀yin ìránṣẹ́ Ọlọ́run mi, nítorí tí a dá ọrẹ-jíjẹ àti ọrẹ mímu dúró ní ilé Ọlọ́run yín.
14 Sanctifie you a fast: call a solemne assemblie: gather the Elders, and all the inhabitants of the land into the House of the Lord your God, and cry vnto the Lord,
Ẹ yà àwẹ̀ kan sí mímọ́, ẹ pe àjọ kan tí o ní ìrònú, ẹ pe àwọn àgbàgbà, àti gbogbo àwọn ará ilẹ̀ náà jọ sí ilé Olúwa Ọlọ́run yín, kí ẹ sí ké pe Olúwa.
15 Alas: for the day, for the day of the Lord is at hand, and it commeth as a destruction from the Almightie.
A! Fún ọjọ́ náà, nítorí ọjọ́ Olúwa kù sí dẹ̀dẹ̀, yóò de bí ìparun láti ọwọ́ Olódùmarè.
16 Is not the meate cut off before our eyes? and ioy, and gladnesse from the house of our God?
A kò ha ké oúnjẹ kúrò níwájú ojú wá yìí, ayọ̀ àti inú dídùn kúrò nínú ilé Ọlọ́run wá?
17 The seede is rotten vnder their cloddes: the garners are destroyed: the barnes are broken downe, for the corne is withered.
Irúgbìn bàjẹ́ nínú ebè wọn, a sọ àká di ahoro, a wó àká palẹ̀; nítorí tí a mú ọkà rọ.
18 How did the beasts mourne! the herdes of cattel pine away, because they haue no pasture, and the flockes of sheepe are destroyed.
Àwọn ẹranko tí ń kérora tó! Àwọn agbo ẹran dààmú, nítorí tí wọ́n kò ni pápá oko; nítòótọ́, àwọn agbo àgùntàn jìyà.
19 O Lord, to thee will I crie: for the fire hath deuoured the pastures of the wildernesse, and the flame hath burnt vp all the trees of the fielde.
Olúwa, sí ọ ni èmi o ké pè, nítorí iná tí run pápá oko tútù aginjù, ọwọ́ iná sí ti jó gbogbo igi igbó.
20 The beasts of the fielde cry also vnto thee: for the riuers of waters are dried vp, and the fire hath deuoured the pastures of the wildernes.
Àwọn ẹranko igbó gbé ojú sókè sí ọ pẹ̀lú, nítorí tí àwọn ìṣàn omi gbẹ, iná sí ti jó àwọn pápá oko aginjù run.
