Joel 1
1 The word of the LORD that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
| هَذَا مَا أَوْحَى بِهِ الرَّبُّ إِلَى يُوئِيلَ بْنِ فَثُوئِيلَ: | ١ |
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?
| اسْمَعُوا هَذَا أَيُّهَا الشُّيُوخُ، وَأَصْغُوا يَا جَمِيعَ أَهْلِ الأَرْضِ، هَلْ جَرَى مِثْلُ هَذَا فِي أَيَّامِكُمْ أَوْ فِي أَيَّامِ آبَائِكُمْ؟ | ٢ |
3 Tell your children about it, and have your children tell their children, and their children, another generation.
| أَخْبِرُوا بِهَذَا أَبْنَاءَكُمْ، وَلْيُخْبِرْ أَبْنَاؤُكُمْ أَبْنَاءَهُمْ لِيَنْقُلُوهُ إِلَى الأَجْيَالِ الْقَادِمَةِ. | ٣ |
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.
| إِنَّ مَا تَخَلَّفَ مِنْ مَحْصُولِكُمْ عَنْ هَجَمَاتِ الزَّحَّافِ الْتَهَمَتْهُ أَسْرَابُ الْجَرَادِ، وَمَا تَفَضَّلَ عَنْ أَسْرَابِ الْجَرَادِ أَكَلَتْهُ الْجَنَادِبُ؛ وَمَا بَقِيَ عَنِ الْجَنَادِبِ قَضَى عَلَيْهِ الطَّيَّارُ. | ٤ |
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.
| اصْحُوا أَيُّهَا السَّكَارَى، وَابْكُوا يَا جَمِيعَ مُدْمِنِي الْخَمْرِ عَلَى الْعَصِيرِ لأَنَّهُ قَدِ انْقَطَعَ عَنْ أَفْوَاهِكُمْ. | ٥ |
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.
| فَإِنَّ أُمَّةً قَدْ زَحَفَتْ عَلَى أَرْضِي، أُمَّةً قَوِيَّةً لَا تُحْصَى لِكَثْرَتِهَا. لَهَا أَسْنَانُ لَيْثٍ وَأَنْيَابُ لَبُوءَةٍ، | ٦ |
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.
| فَأَتْلَفَتْ كُرُومِي وَحَطَّمَتْ أَشْجَارَ بَيْتِي وَسَلَخَتْ قُشُورَهَا وَطَرَحَتْهَا، فَابْيَضَّتْ أَغْصَانُهَا. | ٧ |
8 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
| نُوحُوا كَمَا تَنُوحُ صَبِيَّةٌ مُتَّشِحَةٌ بِالْمُسُوحِ عَلَى زَوْجِهَا الَّذِي مَاتَ. | ٨ |
9 The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the LORD's house. The priests, the LORD's ministers, mourn.
| لأَنَّ تَقْدِمَاتِ الدَّقِيقِ وَالْخَمْرِ قَدِ انْقَطَعَتْ عَنْ بَيْتِ الرَّبِّ، وَانْتَحَبَ الْكَهَنَةُ خُدَّامُ الرَّبِّ. | ٩ |
10 The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
| قَدْ خَرِبَتِ الْحُقُولُ، وَنَاحَتِ الأَرْضُ لأَنَّ الْحِنْطَةَ تَلِفَتْ وَالْخَمْرَةَ انْقَطَعَتْ، وَافْتُقِدَ زَيْتُ الزَّيْتُونِ. | ١٠ |
11 Be confounded, you farmers. Wail, you vineyard keepers; for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
| اخْزَوْا أَيُّهَا الْحَرَّاثُونَ وَوَلْوِلُوا أَيُّهَا الْكَرَّامُونَ عَلَى الْقَمْحِ وَالشَّعِيرِ، لأَنَّ حَصَادَ الْحَقْلِ قَدْ تَلِفَ. | ١١ |
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.
| قَدْ ذَوَى الْكَرْمُ وَذَبُلَ التِّينُ وَالرُّمَّانُ وَالنَّخِيلُ وَالتُّفَّاحُ وَيَبِسَتْ سَائِرُ أَشْجَارِ الْحَقْلِ، وَزَالَتِ الْبَهْجَةُ مِنْ أَبْنَاءِ الْبَشَرِ. | ١٢ |
13 Put on sackcloth and mourn, you priests. 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.
| أَيُّهَا الْكَهَنَةُ اتَّشِحُوا بِالْمُسُوحِ وَنُوحُوا. وَلْوِلُوا يَا خُدَّامَ الْمَذْبَحِ. تَعَالَوْا وَبِيتُوا لَيْلَتَكُمْ بِالْمُسُوحِ يَا خُدَّامَ إِلَهِي، لأَنَّ تَقْدِمَاتِ الدَّقِيقِ وَالْخَمْرِ قَدْ مُنِعَتْ عَنْ هَيْكَلِ اللهِ. | ١٣ |
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.
| خَصِّصُوا صَوْماً. نَادُوا بِالاعْتِكَافِ. ادْعُوا الشُّيُوخَ وَجَمِيعَ سُكَّانِ الأَرْضِ لِلاجْتِمَاعِ فِي هَيْكَلِ الرَّبِّ إِلَهِكُمْ وَتَضَرَّعُوا إِلَيْهِ. | ١٤ |
15 Alas for the day. For the day of the LORD is at hand, and it will come as destruction from Shaddai.
| يَا لَهُ مِنْ يَوْمٍ رَهِيبٍ، لأَنَّ يَوْمَ الرَّبِّ قَرِيبٌ يَأْتِي حَامِلاً مَعَهُ الدَّمَارَ مِنْ عِنْدِ الْقَدِيرِ. | ١٥ |
16 Isn't the food cut off before our eyes; joy and gladness from the house of our God?
| أَلَمْ يَنْقَطِعِ الطَّعَامُ أَمَامَ عُيُونِنَا، أَلَمْ يَتَلاشَ الْفَرَحُ وَالْغِبْطَةُ مِنْ بَيْتِ إِلَهِنَا؟ | ١٦ |
17 The seeds shrivel under their shovels. The storehouses are laid desolate. The granaries are broken down, for the grain has withered.
| قَدْ تَعَفَّنَتِ الْحُبُوبُ الْمَزْرُوعَةُ فِي الأَرْضِ الْجَافَّةِ، وَتَهَدَّمَتِ الْمَخَازِنُ وَفَرِغَتِ الصَّوَامِعُ مِنَ الْقَمْحِ، لأَنَّ الْحُبُوبَ قَدْ جَفَّتْ. | ١٧ |
18 How the animals groan. The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep suffer.
| لَكَمْ أَنَّتِ الْبَهَائِمُ، وَشَرَدَتِ الْمَوَاشِي إِذِ افْتَقَرَتْ إِلَى الْمَرْعَى. حَتَّى قُطْعَانُ الْغَنَمِ هَلَكَتْ أَيْضاً. | ١٨ |
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.
| إِلَيْكَ يَا رَبُّ أَصْرُخُ لأَنَّ النَّارَ قَدِ الْتَهَمَتْ مَرَاعِيَ الْبَرِّيَّةِ، وَأَحْرَقَ اللَّهِيبُ كُلَّ أَشْجَارِ الْحَقْلِ. | ١٩ |
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.
| حَتَّى الْحَيَوَانَاتُ الْبَرِّيَّةُ اسْتَغَاثَتْ بِكَ، لأَنَّ مِيَاهَ الْجَدَاوِلِ الْجَارِيَةَ قَدْ جَفَّتْ، وَالْتَهَمَتِ النِّيرَانُ مَرَاعِيَ الْبَرِّيَّةِ. | ٢٠ |
