Joel 1
1 The word of the LORD that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
Herrens ord som kom til Joel Petuelsson.
2 Hear this, all of you old men, and give ear, all you inhabitants of the land. Has this been in your days, or even in the days of your fathers?
Gjev gaum åt dette, de som gamle er. Og lyd på det kvar som bur i landet! Hev sovore hendt i dykkar tid, eller i dykkar fedra-tid?
3 Tell all of you your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.
Fortel det til dykkar born, og dykkar born til sine born, og deira born til ei ætt som kjem!
4 That which the palmerworm has left has the locust eaten; and that which the locust has left has the cankerworm eaten; and that which the cankerworm has left has the caterpillar eaten.
Det som gnagaren leivde, åt grashoppen upp. Det som grashoppen leivde, åt bitaren upp. Det som bitaren leivde, åt etaren upp.
5 Awake, all of you drunkards, and weep; and wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
Vakna, de drukne, og gråte, jamra, vindrikkarar alle! For druvesafti er rivi dykk frå munn.
6 For a nation has come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the cheek teeth of a great lion.
Eit folk hev fare yver landet mitt, veldugt og utan tal, med tenner som løvetenner, dei jakslar som løvor hev.
7 He has laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he has made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.
Vintrei mine er tynte og fiketre brotne ned, dei hev flekt deim reint og hivt deim, det heng kvite greiner på.
8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Klaga som ei møy som syrgjeklædd gjeng yver sin ungdoms brudgom.
9 The food offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD's ministers, mourn.
Grjon- og drykkoffer er kvorvne frå Herrens hus, prestarne syrgjer, Herrens tenarar.
10 The field is wasted, the land mourns; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languishes.
Åkrar er øydde, jordi jamrar. For øydt er kornet, vinsafti magtlaus, oljen er kvorven.
11 Be all of you ashamed, O all of you husbandmen; wail, O all of you vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field is perished.
Bonden er magtstolen, vindyrkar rådlaus for kveite og bygg, grøda på marki er tynt.
12 The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languishes; 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.
Vintre er mergstolne, fiketre folna. Granattre og palma og apall, alle tre hev turka burt. Ja, fagnaden er stolen frå mannaheim.
13 Gird yourselves, and lament, all of you priests: wail, all of you ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, all of you ministers of my God: for the food offering and the drink offering is withheld from the house of your God.
Syrgjeklædde klage, de prestar! Jamra dykk, de som tener ved altaret! Gakk inn og vake syrgjeklædde, de min Guds tenarar! For burte frå dykkar Guds hus er grjon- og drykkoffer.
14 Sanctify all of you a fast, call a solemn assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of the LORD your God, and cry unto the LORD,
Lys ut fasta og heilag samling, få dei gamle i hop, ja alle som bur i landet, til Herren, dykkar Guds hus! Til Herren de ropa må.
15 Alas for the day! for the day of the LORD is at hand, and as a destruction from the Almighty shall it come.
Å hå for ein dag! Nær er Herrens dag. Som vald ifrå Allvald han kjem.
16 Is not the food cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Strauk ikkje maten burt med me såg på, frå Guds hus gleda og frygd?
17 The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.
Kornet turkar burt under jordskorpa. Tome er buri, lødorne øydest. Ja, kornet turkar burt.
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.
Kor buskapen rautar! Rådlaus er kvar bøling; for ikkje beite dei finn, sauerne jamvel lyt bøta.
19 O LORD, to you will I cry: for the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the field.
Til deg, Herre, ropar eg. For elden han åt hamni på heidi, og logen leika i ved og i tre.
20 The beasts of the field cry also unto you: for the rivers of waters are dried up, and the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Jamvel dyri i marki etter deg mun stynja, for turre er bekkjefari. Og elden han åt hamni på heidi.
