Joel 1
1 The word of YHWH that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Tala liloba oyo Yawe alobaki na nzela ya Joeli, mwana mobali ya Petueli:
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?
— Bino bakambi ya bato, boyoka liloba oyo; bino nyonso, bavandi ya mokili, botia matoyi mpe boyoka! Boni, likambo ya boye esila kosalema na tango na bino to mpe na tango ya bakoko na bino?
3 Tell your children about it, and have your children tell their children, and their children, another generation.
Boyebisa yango epai ya bana na bino, mpe tika ete bana na bino bayebisa yango epai ya bana na bango; mpe bana na bango, na milongo ya bato oyo bakoya na sima.
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.
Matiti oyo mampinga ya mabanki etiki, mabanki minene elie yango; oyo mabanki minene etiki, mabanki mike elie yango; oyo mabanki mike etiki, mabanki mosusu elie yango.
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.
Bino balangwi masanga, bolamuka mpe bolela; bolela, bino nyonso bameli vino. Pamba te babotoli bino vino ya sika na bibebu.
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.
Ekolo moko ya bapaya ebundisi mokili na Ngai, ezali na nguya makasi mpe bakokoka te kotanga motango ya bato na yango. Minu na yango ezali lokola minu ya nkosi ya mobali, mpe mbanga na yango, lokola mbanga ya nkosi ya mwasi.
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.
Ekolo yango ekomisi elanga na Ngai ya vino lokola esobe mpe ekati-kati banzete na Ngai ya figi, elongoli banzete na Ngai nyonso baposo, ebwaki yango mpe etiki bitape na yango pembe.
8 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
Bosala matanga lokola elenge mwasi oyo alati pili mpo na kolela mobandami na ye.
9 The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from YHWH's house. The priests, YHWH's ministers, mourn.
Makabo ya bambuma mpe ya masanga ezali kopesama lisusu te na Tempelo ya Yawe. Banganga-Nzambe, basali ya Nkolo, bazali na matanga.
10 The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
Bilanga ebebisami, mabele ekawuki, mbuma ya ble ezali lisusu te, vino esili mpe mafuta ezali lisusu te.
11 Be confounded, you farmers. Wail, you vineyard keepers; for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
Bino basali bilanga, bozala na soni; bino baloni vino, bolela mpo na mbuma ya ble mpe ya orje, pamba te milona ebebisami.
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.
Bilanga ya vino ekawuki, banzete ya figi elembi-lembi, banzete ya grenade, ya mbila mpe ya pome, banzete nyonso ya bilanga esili kokawuka. Solo, esengo ya bato esili.
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.
Oh bino Banganga-Nzambe, bolata basaki mpe bolela. Bino bato oyo bosalaka na etumbelo, bolela. Bino basali ya Nzambe na ngai, boya, bolata basaki butu mobimba. Pamba te makabo ya bambuma mpe ya masanga ezali kopesama lisusu te na Ndako ya Nzambe na bino.
14 Sanctify a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders, and all the inhabitants of the land, to the house of YHWH, your God, and cry to YHWH.
Bopanza sango ya kokila bilei, bobengisa bato na mayangani ya bule, bobengisa bakambi mpe bavandi nyonso ya mokili ete baya na Ndako ya Nzambe na bino mpe bolela epai na Yawe.
15 Alas for the day. For the day of YHWH is at hand, and it will come as destruction from Shaddai.
Mawa na mokolo wana! Pamba te mokolo ya Yawe ekomi pene; ekoya lokola libebi oyo ewuti epai na Nkolo-Na-Nguya-Nyonso.
16 Isn't the food cut off before our eyes; joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Boni, wuta na Ndako ya Nzambe mpe na miso na biso, balongoli te bilei, esengo mpe kosepela?
17 The seeds shrivel under their shovels. The storehouses are laid desolate. The granaries are broken down, for the grain has withered.
Bankona ekawuki na se ya mabele, bibombelo etikali lisusu na eloko te, bibombelo ya bambuma ebukani mpo ete ble ezali lisusu te.
18 How the animals groan. The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep suffer.
Tika ete ngombe elela! Bibwele ekomi kotelengana, pamba te matiti ya kolia etikali lisusu te; ezala bameme to bantaba ekomi na pasi.
19 YHWH, 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.
Oh Yawe, Yo nde nazali kobelela, pamba te moto ezikisi matiti mpe banzete nyonso ya bilanga.
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.
Ezala banyama ya zamba ezali kotalela Yo, pamba te miluka ekawuki mpe moto ezikisi bilanga.
