Joel 1
1 The word of the LORD that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Wach Jehova Nyasaye mane obiro ne Joel wuod Pethuel.
2 Hear this, you elders, And listen, all you inhabitants of the land. Has this ever happened in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
Winjuru ma, un jodongo; chikuru itu, un duto ma udak e piny. Bende gima chalo kama osetimore e ndalou, kata e ndalo mag kwereu?
3 Tell your children about it, and have your children tell their children, and their children, another generation.
Nyis nyithindu wachni, kendo nyithindu onyis nyithindgi, kendo nyithindgi bende onyis tiengʼ maluwogi.
4 What the swarming locust has left, the great locust has eaten. What the great locust has left, the grasshopper has eaten. What the grasshopper has left, the caterpillar has eaten.
Gik ma mony mar bonyo oweyo, bonyo madongo osechamo; gik ma bonyo madongo oweyo bonyo matindo osechamo, gik ma bonyo matindo oweyo bonyo mamoko nochamo.
5 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep. Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
Un jomer, chiewuru kendo ywaguru! Gouru nduru, un duto ma jomath mag divai; gouru nduru nikech divai manyien, nikech oseyudhe ogole e dhou.
6 For a nation has come up on my land, strong, and without number. His teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the fangs of a lioness.
Oganda moro osemonjo pinya, en oganda maratego kendo gingʼeny mokadho akwana; en gi leke mag sibuor madichwo, leke mager mag sibuor madhako.
7 He has laid my vine waste, and stripped my fig tree. He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away. Its branches are made white.
Oselwero it mzabibu maga, kendo ketho yiende ngʼopega. Osepoko potgi mi owitogi kucho, kendo oweyo bedegi kodongʼ rachere.
8 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Ywaguru ka ukuyo ka dhako ma pod tin ma orwakore gi law kuyo, ka oywago chwore mane ohange.
9 The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the LORD's house. The cohanim, the LORD's ministers, mourn.
Chiwo mag cham kod misango miolo piny orumo e od Jehova Nyasaye. Jodolo ywak joma tiyo e nyim Jehova Nyasaye ywak.
10 The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
Puothe okethore, lowo otwo; cham okethore, divai manyien orumo, mo bende onge.
11 Be confounded, you farmers. Wail, you vineyard keepers; for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
Kik ugen gimoro un jopur, denguru un jopidh mzabibu, beduru mokuyo nikech ngano gi shairi, nikech cham mochiek manie puothe okethore.
12 The vine has dried up, and the fig tree withered; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all of the trees of the field are withered; for joy has withered away from the sons of men.
Mzabibu osetwo kendo ngʼowu osener, olemo mongʼinore, gi othidhe kod mapera kaachiel gi yiende duto mag puodho osetwo. Adier mor mar dhano bende oserumo.
13 Put on sackcloth and mourn, you cohanim. Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from your God's house.
Yaye un jodolo, rwakreuru gi pien gugru kuywak; denguru kendo gouru nduru, un joma tiyo e nyim kendo mar misango. Biuru, mondo uywagru otieno duto, un joma tiyo e nyim kendo mar misango, nikech cham mag misango kod misengini miolo piny, onge e od Nyasachwa.
14 Sanctify a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders, and all the inhabitants of the land, to the house of the LORD, your God, and cry to the LORD.
Landuru lemo gi riyo kech maler kendo luonguru chokruok maler. Chokuru jodongo kod ji duto modakie piny, mondo gibi e od Jehova Nyasaye ma Nyasachu, mondo giywagre ne Jehova Nyasaye.
15 Alas for the day. For the day of the LORD is at hand, and it will come as destruction from Shaddai.
Mano kaka odiechiengno lich! Nimar odiechieng Jehova Nyasaye chiegni, enobi kaka kethruok moa kuom Nyasaye Maratego.
16 Isn't the food cut off before our eyes; joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Donge chiemo osegol oko e nyim wangʼwa; donge ilo kod mor onge e od Nyasachwa?
17 The seeds shrivel under their shovels. The storehouses are laid desolate. The granaries are broken down, for the grain has withered.
Kothe otop motwo ei lowo. Ute keno okethore, dere osego piny, nikech cham onge.
18 How the animals groan. The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep suffer.
Mano kaka dhok chur! Kweth mag jamni tangni koni gi koni, nikech gionge lek; kata mana kweth mag rombe sandore.
19 LORD, I cry to you, for the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the field.
In ema aluongi, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, nikech mach osewangʼo pewe mag kwath, kendo ligek mach osewangʼo yiende duto manie pap.
20 Yes, the animals of the field pant to you, for the water brooks have dried up, And the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Koda ka le mag thim bende tangni ka dwari nikech aore duto oseduono, kendo mach osewangʼo pewe mag kwath.
