Joel 1
1 A word of YHWH that has been to Joel, son of Pethuel:
Herrens ord som kom til Joel Petuelsson.
2 Hear this, you aged ones, And give ear, all you inhabitants of the land, Has this been in your days? Or 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 Concerning it talk to your sons, And your sons to their sons, And their sons to another generation.
Fortel det til dykkar born, og dykkar born til sine born, og deira born til ei ætt som kjem!
4 What is left of the palmer-worm, the locust has eaten, And what is left of the locust, The cankerworm has eaten, And what is left of the cankerworm, The caterpillar has eaten.
Det som gnagaren leivde, åt grashoppen upp. Det som grashoppen leivde, åt bitaren upp. Det som bitaren leivde, åt etaren upp.
5 Awake, you drunkards, and weep, And howl all drinking wine, because of the juice, For it has been 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 on My land, Strong, and there is no number, Its teeth [are] the teeth of a lion, And it has the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
Eit folk hev fare yver landet mitt, veldugt og utan tal, med tenner som løvetenner, dei jakslar som løvor hev.
7 It has made My vine become a desolation, And My fig tree become a splinter, It has made it thoroughly bare, and has cast down, Its branches have been made white.
Vintrei mine er tynte og fiketre brotne ned, dei hev flekt deim reint og hivt deim, det heng kvite greiner på.
8 Wail, as a virgin girds with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.
Klaga som ei møy som syrgjeklædd gjeng yver sin ungdoms brudgom.
9 Present and drink-offering have been cut off from the house of YHWH, The priests have mourned, servants of YHWH.
Grjon- og drykkoffer er kvorvne frå Herrens hus, prestarne syrgjer, Herrens tenarar.
10 The field is spoiled, The ground has mourned, For the grain is spoiled, New wine has been dried up, oil languishes.
Åkrar er øydde, jordi jamrar. For øydt er kornet, vinsafti magtlaus, oljen er kvorven.
11 Be ashamed, you farmers, Howl, vinedressers, for wheat and for barley, For the harvest of the field has perished.
Bonden er magtstolen, vindyrkar rådlaus for kveite og bygg, grøda på marki er tynt.
12 The vine has been dried up, And the fig tree languishes, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For joy has been dried up 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, and lament, you priests, Howl, you servants of the altar, Come in, lodge in sackcloth, servants of my God, For present and drink-offering have been 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 a fast, proclaim a restraint, Gather [the] elderly [and] all those inhabiting the land, [Into the] house of your God YHWH,
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 And cry to YHWH, “Aah! For the day! For [the] Day of YHWH [is] near, And it comes as destruction from [the] Almighty.
Å hå for ein dag! Nær er Herrens dag. Som vald ifrå Allvald han kjem.
16 Is food not cut off before our eyes? Joy and rejoicing from the house of our God?
Strauk ikkje maten burt med me såg på, frå Guds hus gleda og frygd?
17 Scattered things have rotted under their clods, Storehouses have been desolated, Granaries have been broken down, For the grain has withered.
Kornet turkar burt under jordskorpa. Tome er buri, lødorne øydest. Ja, kornet turkar burt.
18 How livestock have sighed! Perplexed have been droves of oxen, For there is no pasture for them, Also droves of sheep have been desolated.
Kor buskapen rautar! Rådlaus er kvar bøling; for ikkje beite dei finn, sauerne jamvel lyt bøta.
19 To You, O YHWH, I call, For fire has consumed lovely places of a wilderness, And a flame has set on fire all 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 Also the livestock of the field long for You, For dried up have been streams of water, And fire has consumed lovely places of a wilderness!”
Jamvel dyri i marki etter deg mun stynja, for turre er bekkjefari. Og elden han åt hamni på heidi.
