Joel 1
1 The word of the Lord that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
Riječ Jahvina koja dođe Joelu, sinu Petuelovu.
2 Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land. Did ever such a thing as this come to pass in your days, or ever in the days of your fathers?
Čujte ovo, starci, počujte, svi žitelji zemlje! Je li ovakvo što ikad bilo u vaše dane il' u dane vaših otaca?
3 Tell ye of it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to another generation.
Recite ovo svojim sinovima, vaši sinovi svojim sinovima, a njihovi sinovi potonjem koljenu.
4 What the caterpillar left hath the locust eaten; and what the locust left hath the cankerworm eaten; and that which the cankerworm left hath the cricket eaten.
Što ostavi šaška, proždrije skakavac, što ostavi skakavac, proždrije gusjenica, što ostavi gusjenica, proždrije ljupilac.
5 Wake up, ye drunkards, and weep; and wail, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the sweet new wine, that it is taken away from your mouth.
Probudite se, pijanice, i plačite! Sve vinopije, tužite za novim vinom: iz usta vam je oteto.
6 For a nation is come up over my land, strong, and without number; its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and it hath the cutting-teeth of the lioness.
Jer prekri moju zemlju narod moćan i bezbrojan; zubi su mu kao zubi lavlji, očnjaci mu kao u lavice.
7 It hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig-tree: it hath peeled it clean bare, and cast it down; made white are its light branches.
Opustoši mi lozu vinovu i polomi smokve moje; oguli ih i razbaca, grane su im pobijeljele.
8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the betrothed of her youth.
Plačite k'o djevica odjevena u kostrijet za zaručnikom svojim.
9 Cut off are the meat-offering and the drink-offering from the house of the Lord: now mourn the priests, the ministers of the Lord.
Nestade prinosnice i ljevanice iz Doma Jahvina. Tuže svećenici, sluge Jahvine.
10 Wasted is the field, the land mourneth; for wasted is the corn: dried up is the new wine, withered is the oil.
Opustošeno polje, zemlja poharana. Poharano žito, vino propade, presahnu ulje.
11 Be ashamed, O ye husbandmen; wail, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because lost is the harvest of the field.
Tugujte, težaci, kukajte, vinogradari, za pšenicom i za ječmom, jer propade žetva poljska.
12 The vine is made ashamed, and the fig-tree is withered; the pomegranate-tree, the palm-tree also, and the apple-tree, even all the trees of the field, are dried up; because joy hath ceased from the children of men.
Loza usahnu, uvenu smokva, mogranj, palma i jabuka: svako se drvo poljsko sasuši. Da, nestade radosti između sinova ljudskih.
13 Gird yourselves [with sackcloth], and lament, ye priests; wail, ye ministers of the altar: come, remain all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God; for there are withholden from the house of your God the meat-offering and the drink-offering.
Svećenici, opašite kostrijet i tužite! Službenici žrtvenika, naričite! Dođite, prenoćite u kostrijeti, službenici Boga mojeg! Jer iz Doma Boga našeg nesta prinosnice i ljevanice!
14 Sanctify ye a fast, proclaim a solemn assembly, gather the elders, all the inhabitants of the land, into the house of the Lord your God, and cry aloud unto the Lord.
Naredite sveti post, proglasite zbor svečani; starješine, saberite sve stanovnike zemlje u kuću Jahve, Boga svojeg. Zavapijte Jahvi:
15 Alas for the day! for the day of the Lord is at hand, and like destruction from the Almighty will it come.
“Jao dana!” Jer Jahvin dan je blizu i dolazi k'o pohara od Svevišnjeg.
16 Is not before our eyes the food cut off, from the house of our God joy and gladness?
Ne iščeznu li hrana pred našim očima? Nije li nestalo radosti i sreće iz Doma Boga našega?
17 The grains of seed are rotten under their clods, laid desolate are the garners, pulled down are the barns; for the corn is dried up.
Istrunu zrnje pod grudama; puste su žitnice, porušene spreme jer žita nesta.
18 How do the beasts groan! how do the herds of cattle roam about; because there is no pasture for them: yea, the flocks of sheep are made to perish.
Kako li stoka uzdiše! Krda goveda podivljala lutaju jer im nema paše. Čak i stada ovaca kaznu podnose.
19 To thee O Lord, will I cry; for the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame hath singed all the trees of the field.
Tebi, Jahve, vapijem: oganj popali pašnjake pustinjske, plamen sažga sva stabla poljska.
20 Also the beasts of the field cry unto thee panting; for the brooks of waters are dried up, and a fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Čak i zvijeri čeznu za tobom, jer presušiše potoci, oganj popali pašnjake pustinjske.
