Joel 1
1 The worde of the Lord that came to Ioel the sonne of Pethuel.
Wach Jehova Nyasaye mane obiro ne Joel wuod Pethuel.
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.
Winjuru ma, un jodongo; chikuru itu, un duto ma udak e piny. Bende gima chalo kama osetimore e ndalou, kata e ndalo mag kwereu?
3 Tell you your children of it, and let your children shew to their children, and their children to another generation.
Nyis nyithindu wachni, kendo nyithindu onyis nyithindgi, kendo nyithindgi bende onyis tiengʼ maluwogi.
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.
Gik ma mony mar bonyo oweyo, bonyo madongo osechamo; gik ma bonyo madongo oweyo bonyo matindo osechamo, gik ma bonyo matindo oweyo bonyo mamoko nochamo.
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.
Un jomer, chiewuru kendo ywaguru! Gouru nduru, un duto ma jomath mag divai; gouru nduru nikech divai manyien, nikech oseyudhe ogole e dhou.
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.
Oganda moro osemonjo pinya, en oganda maratego kendo gingʼeny mokadho akwana; en gi leke mag sibuor madichwo, leke mager mag sibuor madhako.
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.
Oselwero it mzabibu maga, kendo ketho yiende ngʼopega. Osepoko potgi mi owitogi kucho, kendo oweyo bedegi kodongʼ rachere.
8 Mourne like a virgine girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Ywaguru ka ukuyo ka dhako ma pod tin ma orwakore gi law kuyo, ka oywago chwore mane ohange.
9 The meate offring, and the drinke offring is cut off from the House of the Lord: the Priests the Lords ministers mourne.
Chiwo mag cham kod misango miolo piny orumo e od Jehova Nyasaye. Jodolo ywak joma tiyo e nyim Jehova Nyasaye ywak.
10 The fielde is wasted: the lande mourneth: for the corne is destroyed: the new wine is dried vp, and the oyle is decayed.
Puothe okethore, lowo otwo; cham okethore, divai manyien orumo, mo bende onge.
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.
Kik ugen gimoro un jopur, denguru un jopidh mzabibu, beduru mokuyo nikech ngano gi shairi, nikech cham mochiek manie puothe okethore.
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.
Mzabibu osetwo kendo ngʼowu osener, olemo mongʼinore, gi othidhe kod mapera kaachiel gi yiende duto mag puodho osetwo. Adier mor mar dhano bende oserumo.
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.
Yaye un jodolo, rwakreuru gi pien gugru kuywak; denguru kendo gouru nduru, un joma tiyo e nyim kendo mar misango. Biuru, mondo uywagru otieno duto, un joma tiyo e nyim kendo mar misango, nikech cham mag misango kod misengini miolo piny, onge e od Nyasachwa.
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,
Landuru lemo gi riyo kech maler kendo luonguru chokruok maler. Chokuru jodongo kod ji duto modakie piny, mondo gibi e od Jehova Nyasaye ma Nyasachu, mondo giywagre ne Jehova Nyasaye.
15 Alas: for the day, for the day of the Lord is at hand, and it commeth as a destruction from the Almightie.
Mano kaka odiechiengno lich! Nimar odiechieng Jehova Nyasaye chiegni, enobi kaka kethruok moa kuom Nyasaye Maratego.
16 Is not the meate cut off before our eyes? and ioy, and gladnesse from the house of our God?
Donge chiemo osegol oko e nyim wangʼwa; donge ilo kod mor onge e od Nyasachwa?
17 The seede is rotten vnder their cloddes: the garners are destroyed: the barnes are broken downe, for the corne is withered.
Kothe otop motwo ei lowo. Ute keno okethore, dere osego piny, nikech cham onge.
18 How did the beasts mourne! the herdes of cattel pine away, because they haue no pasture, and the flockes of sheepe are destroyed.
Mano kaka dhok chur! Kweth mag jamni tangni koni gi koni, nikech gionge lek; kata mana kweth mag rombe sandore.
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.
In ema aluongi, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nikech mach osewangʼo pewe mag kwath, kendo ligek mach osewangʼo yiende duto manie pap.
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.
Koda ka le mag thim bende tangni ka dwari nikech aore duto oseduono, kendo mach osewangʼo pewe mag kwath.
