Joel 1
1 The word of the Lord which came to Joel the son of Bathuel.
HERRENS Ord, som kom til Joel, Petuels Søn.
2 Hear these [words], you elders, and listen all you that inhabit the land. Have such things happen in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
Hør dette, I Ældste, laan Øre, alle, som bor i Landet! Er sligt mon sket i eders eller eders Fædres Dage?
3 Tell your children concerning them, and [let] your children [tell] their children, and their children another generation.
I skal fortælle det til eders Børn, og de igen til deres, og deres til næste Slægt.
4 The leavings of the caterpillar has the locust eaten, and the leavings of the locust has the palmerworm eaten, and the leavings of the palmerworm has the cankerworm eaten.
Græshoppen aad, hvad Gnaveren levned, Springeren aad, hvad Græshoppen levned, Æderen aad, hvad Springeren levned.
5 Awake, you drunkards, from your wine, and weep: mourn, all you that drink wine to drunkenness: for joy and gladness and removed are from your mouth.
Vaagn op, I drukne, og græd; enhver, som drikker Vin, skal jamre over Most, der gik tabt for eders Mund.
6 For a strong and innumerable nation is come up against my land, their teeth are lion's teeth, and their back teeth those of a [lion's] whelp.
Thi et Folk drog op mod mit Land, vældigt og uden Tal; dets Tænder er Løvetænder, det har Kindtænder som en Løvinde.
7 He has ruined my vine, and utterly broken my fig-trees: he has utterly searched [my vine], and cast it down; he has peeled its branches.
Det lagde min Vinstok øde, knækked mit Figentræ, afbarked og hærgede det; dets Grene stritter hvide.
8 Lament to me more than a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Klag som sørgeklædt Jomfru over sin Ungdoms Brudgom!
9 The meat-offering and drink-offering are removed from the house of the Lord: mourn, you priests that serve at the altar of the Lord.
Afgrødeoffer og Drikoffer gik tabt for HERRENS Hus; Præsterne, HERRENS Tjenere sørger.
10 For the plains languish: let the land mourn, for the corn languishes; the wine is dried up, the oil becomes scarce;
Marken er ødelagt, Jorden sørger; thi Kornet er ødelagt, Mosten slog fejl og Olien hentørres.
11 the husbandmen are consumed: mourn your property on account of the wheat and barley; for the harvest has perished from off the field.
Bønder skuffes og Vingaardsmænd jamrer baade over Hveden og Byggen; thi Markens Høst gik tabt;
12 The vine is dried up, and the fig-trees are become few; the pomegranate, and palm tree, and apple, and all trees of the field are dried up: for the sons of men have have abolished joy.
fejl slog Vinstokken, Figentræet tørres; Granatæble-, Palme— og Æbletræ, hvert Markens Træ tørres hen. Ja, med Skam veg Glæde fra Menneskens Børn.
13 Gird yourselves [with sackcloth], and lament, you priests: mourn, you that serve at the altar: go in, sleep in sackcloths, you that minister to God: for the meat-offering and drink-offering are withheld from the house of your God.
Sørg, I Præster, i Sæk, I Alterets Tjenere, jamrer! Gaa ind og bær Sæk i Nat, I, som tjener min Gud! Thi Afgrødeoffer og Drikoffer unddrages eders Guds Hus.
14 Sanctify a fast, proclaim a [solemn] service, gather the elders [and] all the inhabitants of the land into the house of your God, and cry earnestly to the Lord,
Helliger en Faste, udraab festlig Samling, I Ældste, kald alle, som bor i Landet, sammen til HERREN eders Guds Hus og raab saa til HERREN!
15 Alas, Alas, Alas for the day! for the day of the Lord is near, and it will come as trouble upon trouble.
Ak, hvilken Dag! Thi nær er HERRENS Dag, den kommer som Vold fra den Vældige.
16 [Your] meat has been destroyed before your eyes, joy and gladness from out of the house of your God.
Saa vi ej Føden gaa tabt, vor Guds Hus tømt for Glæde og Jubel?
17 The heifers have started at their mangers, the treasures are abolished, the wine presses are broken down; for the corn is withered.
Sæden skrumper ind i den klumpede Jord; Lader er nedbrudt, Forraadshuse jævnet, thi Kornet er vissent.
18 What shall we store up for ourselves? the herds of cattle have mourned, because they had no pasture; and the flocks of sheep have been utterly destroyed.
Hvor Kvæget dog stønner! Oksernes Hjorde er skræmte, fordi de ikke har Græs; selv Smaakvægets Hjorde lider.
19 To you, O Lord, will I cry: for fire has devoured the fair places of the wilderness, and a flame has burnt up all the trees of the field.
Jeg raaber til dig, o HERRE; thi Ild har fortæret Ørkenens Græsning, og Luen afsved hvert Markens Træ;
20 And the cattle of the field have looked up to you: for the fountains of waters have been dried up, and fire has devoured the fair places of the wilderness.
til dig skriger selv Markens Dyr, thi Bækkenes Lejer er tørre, og Ild har fortæret Ørkenens Græsning.
