Joel 1
1 The word of Yhwh that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
Ty tsara’ Iehovà niheo am’ Ioèle ana’ i Petoele:
2 Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land. Hath this been in your days, or even in the days of your fathers?
Janjiño ry androanavio, toloro ravembia ry hene mpimone’ o taneo, he t’ie nizoeñe añ’andro’ areo, ndra tañ’andron-droae’ areo hao?
3 Tell ye your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.
Atalilio amo ana’ areoo, le ampitalilio o ana’ areoo amo ana’ iareoo, vaho o ana’ iereoo amo tariratse añeo.
4 That which the palmerworm hath left hath the locust eaten; and that which the locust hath left hath the cankerworm eaten; and that which the cankerworm hath left hath the caterpiller eaten.
Nabotse’ ty kijeja ze nenga’ ty marambolo, nihane’ ty voantane ze nenga i kijeja, vaho nikapaihe’ ty beañe ze nenga’ ty lambotane.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
Mitsekafa ry jike le miroveta; mangololoiha ry mpinon-divaio, ty amy divai-vao napitsoke am-palie’ areo.
6 For a nation is come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he hath the cheek teeth of a great lion.
Fa nivotrak’ an-taneko atoy ty fòko maozatse, mitozantozañe; hoe nifen-diona o famotsi’eo, vazan-diona ra’elahy
7 He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.
Fa napo’e ho forompotse o vahekoo, nikorendahe’e ty sakoako; niholira’e malio naho nahifi’e añe, le foty iaby o ra’eo.
8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Mangoihoia manahake ty somondrara misikin-gony ty amy valin-katòra’ey.
9 The grain offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of Yhwh; the priests, Yhwh's ministers, mourn.
Fa naitoañe amy anjomba’ Iehovày i enga-mahakamay, naho i engan-dranoy; mandala o mpisoroñe mitoroñe Iehovào.
10 The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the grain is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.
Finaoke i tetekey, mitañy ty tane; finongotse i ampembay; nimaiheñe i divay vaoy, kapaike i menakey.
11 Be ye ashamed, O ye husbandmen; howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field is perished.
Mioremeña ry mpihare, mangololoiha ry mpañalahala vahe, ty amy ampembay naho i tsakoy; amy te mikirikintàñe i tetekey.
12 The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languisheth; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field, are withered: because joy is withered away from the sons of men.
Fa maike i vahey, mongotse i sakoañey; niforejeje ka i raketay, i sasaviy, i takokoy, naho ze hene hatae an-kivoke ey; aa le niheatse amo ana’ondatio ty hafaleañe.
13 Gird yourselves, and lament, ye priests: howl, ye ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: for the grain offering and the drink offering is withholden from the house of your God.
Midiaña vaho mandalà ry mpisoroñeo; mangololoiha ry mpitoron-kitrely; antao hialeñe an-gony ry mpitoron’ Añahareko; fa napitsok’ amy anjomban’ Añahare’ areoy ty enga-mahakama naho ty enga rano.
14 Sanctify ye a fast, call a solemn assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of Yhwh your God, and cry unto Yhwh,
Añamasiño lilitse, koiho ty fivory miavake, atontono o androanavio, naho ze kila mpimone’ ty tane toy, mb’ añ’anjomba’ Iehovà Andrianañahare’ areo, vaho mitoreova am’ Iehovà.
15 Alas for the day! for the day of Yhwh is at hand, and as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.
Hankàñe ty andro! fa tondroke ty andro’ Iehovà, le hoe firotsahañe boak’ amy El-Sadai ty hivovoa’e.
16 Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Tsy fa naitoañe aolom- pihaino’ areo hao ty mahakama? ty haehake naho ty firebehañe boak’ añ’anjomban’Añaharen-tikañe ao?
17 The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the grain is withered.
Nimomok’ am-bokon-tane ao ty tabiry, nikapaiheñe o rihao, nikoromake o kiboho-mahakamao; fonga niheatse i ampembay.
18 How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
Akore ty fañaoloa’ o hareo! lonjetse o mpirai-tron’añombeo kanao tsy amam-piandrazañe; eka, malorè o lia-rain-añondrio.
19 O Yhwh, to thee will I cry: for the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame hath burned all the trees of the field.
Ry Iehovà, ihe ro itoreovako fa finorototo’ ty afo o fiandrazañe am-patrambeio; vaho nampangotomomohe’ i lel’afoy ze kila hatae an-kivok’ ao.
20 The beasts of the field cry also unto thee: for the rivers of waters are dried up, and the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Ihe ro isehasehà’ o biby am-patrañeo, fa maike iaby o sakao, vaho fa hinotomomo’ i afoy o fiandrazañe an-dratraratrao.
