Joel 1
1 A word of YHWH that has been to Joel, son of Pethuel:
Men mesaj Seyè a te bay Joèl, pitit gason Petwèl la.
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?
Nou menm vye granmoun yo, koute byen! Nou menm ki rete nan peyi Jida a, louvri zòrèy nou! Eske nan tan pa nou, osinon nan tan zansèt nou yo bagay konsa te janm rive?
3 Concerning it talk to your sons, And your sons to their sons, And their sons to another generation.
N'a rakonte pitit nou yo sa. Yo menm, y'a rakonte pitit pa yo sa. Lèfini, pitit yo menm va rakonte l' bay moun k'ap vin apre yo.
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.
Sa jenn ti krikèt yo kite, gwo krikèt devore sa. Sa gwo krikèt yo kite, ti chini devore sa. Sa ti chini yo kite, gwo chini devore sa.
5 Awake, you drunkards, and weep, And howl all drinking wine, because of the juice, For it has been cut off from your mouth.
Leve non, bann gwògè! Kriye non! Nou menm ki renmen bweson, pete rele! Paske pa gen rezen pou fè diven nivo pou nou ankò.
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.
Yon lame krikèt atake peyi nou an. Yo gwonèg, moun pa ka konte yo. Dan yo tankou dan lyon, kwòk dan yo tankou dan femèl lyon.
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.
Yo fini ak jaden rezen nou yo. Yo manje tout pye fig frans nou yo. Yo wete tout kòs pye fig frans yo voye jete atè. Branch pye rezen yo rete kanpe tou blan.
8 Wail, as a virgin girds with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.
Nou menm pèp la, nou mèt plenn, tankou yon jenn fi, rad sak li sou li, k'ap plenn lanmò fiyanse l'.
9 Present and drink-offering have been cut off from the house of YHWH, The priests have mourned, servants of YHWH.
Pa gen grenn jaden, ni diven pou fè ofrann nan tanp Seyè a. Prèt yo, sèvitè Seyè a, nan lapenn.
10 The field is spoiled, The ground has mourned, For the grain is spoiled, New wine has been dried up, oil languishes.
Tout jaden yo blanch. Tè a nan lapenn. Tout pye ble yo fin mouri. Pye rezen yo cheche. Pye oliv yo rabougri.
11 Be ashamed, you farmers, Howl, vinedressers, for wheat and for barley, For the harvest of the field has perished.
Kiltivatè yo pa konn sa pou yo fè. Moun k'ap okipe jaden rezen yo ap plenn paske pa gen ble, pa gen lòj. Tout rekòt yo pèdi nèt.
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.
Pye rezen yo ap cheche, pye fig frans yo ap mouri. Pye grenad, pye palmis, pye ponm, tout pye fwi nan jaden fin fennen. Pa gen moun ki gen kè kontan ankò.
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.
Nou menm prèt yo, mete rad sak sou nou! Pete rele! Nou menm k'ap sèvi devan lotèl la, mare ren nou. Ale nan tanp lan, pase nwit lan ak rad sak sou nou. Nou menm k'ap fè sèvis pou Bondye m' lan, nou nan lapenn. Pa gen grenn jaden, pa gen diven pou fè ofrann nan kay Bondye nou an.
14 Sanctify a fast, proclaim a restraint, Gather [the] elderly [and] all those inhabiting the land, [Into the] house of your God YHWH,
Bay lòd pou yo fè jèn! Rele tout moun vini! Sanble tout chèf yo ansanm ak tout moun ki rete nan peyi a, nan kay Seyè a, Bondye nou an. Rele nan pye Seyè a.
15 And cry to YHWH, “Aah! For the day! For [the] Day of YHWH [is] near, And it comes as destruction from [the] Almighty.
Ala yon gwo jou papa! Jou Seyè a pa lwen rive. Se jou Bondye ki gen tout pouvwa a ap vini kraze brize. Jou sa a ap bay gwo lapenn.
16 Is food not cut off before our eyes? Joy and rejoicing from the house of our God?
N'ap gade konsa, rekòt nou yo ap disparèt devan je nou san nou pa ka fè anyen! Pa gen kè kontan, pa gen fèt nan kay Bondye nou an!
17 Scattered things have rotted under their clods, Storehouses have been desolated, Granaries have been broken down, For the grain has withered.
Grenn yo plante yo rete anba tè. Kay depo yo fin kraze. Galata yo vid. Pa gen rekòt pou mete ladan yo.
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.
Zannimo yo ap plenn, bann bèf yo pa konn kote pou yo ale. Yo pa jwenn anyen pou yo manje nan savann. Ata mouton yo ap soufri grangou.
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.
Seyè, m'ap rele nan pye ou! paske chechrès la fini ak jaden zèb yo. Ou ta di se dife ki boule tout pyebwa yo!
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!”
Ata zannimo nan savann yo ap rele nan pye ou, paske tout larivyè yo chèch nèt. Dife boule tout zèb nan savann yo.
