Joel 1
1 The word of Jehovah, which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Awurade asɛm a ɛbaa Petuel babarima Yoɛl so nie.
2 Hear this, ye old men; Give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land! Hath such a thing happened in your days, Or even in the days of your fathers?
Montie saa asɛm yi, mo mpanimfoɔ; montie, mo a mote asase no so nyinaa. Asɛm bi a ɛte sɛi asi mo mmerɛ so anaa mo mpanimfoɔ mmerɛ so pɛn?
3 Tell ye your children of it, And let your children tell their children, And their children another generation!
Monka nkyerɛ mo mma, na mo mma nso nka nkyerɛ wɔn mma na wɔn mma nso nka nkyerɛ awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ a ɛdi soɔ no.
4 That which the gnawing-locust left hath the swarming-locust eaten, And that which the swarming-locust left hath the licking-locust eaten, And that which the licking-locust left hath the consuming-locust eaten.
Deɛ ntutummɛ kuo no gyaeɛ no ntutummɛ akɛseɛ no awe deɛ ntutummɛ akɛseɛ no gyaeɛ no ntutummɛ nkumaa no awe deɛ ntutummɛ nkumaa no gyaeɛ no ntutummɛ afoforɔ awe.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep! Howl, all ye drinkers of wine, For the new wine, which is snatched from your mouths!
Mo asabofoɔ, monyane, na monsu! Mo a monom bobesa nyinaa, montwa adwo; montwa adwo ɛfiri sɛ nsã foforɔ no wɔayi afiri mo ano.
6 For a nation hath come up on my land, Strong, and not to be numbered; Their teeth are the teeth of the lion; They have the jaw-teeth of the lioness.
Ɔman bi atu mʼasase so sa ɛdɔm a wɔyɛ den na wɔntumi nkane wɔn; wɔn se te sɛ gyata se na wɔwɔ gyatabereɛ sebɔmmɔfoɔ.
7 They have made my vine a desolation, And my fig-tree a broken branch; They have made it quite bare and cast it away; The branches thereof are made white.
Wɔasɛe me bobe ne me borɔdɔma nnua. Wawaawae nnua no ho bona, ato agu agya ne mman a ayɛ fitaa hɔ.
8 Lament ye, like a bride, Clothed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
Di awerɛhoɔ sɛ ababaawa a ɔfira ayitoma na ɔresu ne kunu a ɔwaree no ne mmabaawaberɛ mu.
9 The flour-offering and the drink-offering are cut off from the house of Jehovah; The priests, the servants of Jehovah mourn.
Aduane ne ahwiesa afɔrebɔdeɛ, wɔayi afiri Awurade efie. Asɔfoɔ no retwa adwoɔ, wɔn a wɔsom wɔ Awurade anim no.
10 The field is laid waste; The ground mourneth, For the corn is laid waste; The new wine is dried up; The oil languisheth.
Mfuo asɛe, asase no so awo wesee aduane no asɛe nsã foforɔ no awe ngo nyinaa asa.
11 Lament, O ye husbandmen, Howl, O ye vine-dressers, For the wheat and the barley, For the harvest of the field hath perished!
Mo ani nwu, mo akuafoɔ, mo ntwa adwo, mo a modua bobe; Monsi apinie mma ayuo ne atokoɔ, ɛfiri sɛ otwaberɛ no asɛe.
12 The vine is dried up, And the fig-tree languisheth; The pomegranate, the palm-tree, and the apple-tree, —All the trees of the field, are withered; Yea, joy is withered away from the sons of men.
Bobe no akusa na borɔdɔma nnua no awuwu. Ateaa nnua, mmɛdua, aperɛ ne nnua a ɛwɔ mfuo no so nyinaa ahye. Nokorɛm, anigyeɛ a nnipa wɔ no atu ayera.
13 Gird yourselves with sackcloth and mourn, ye priests! Howl, ye ministers of the altar! Come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God, For the flour-offering and the drink-offering are withholden from the house of your God!
Momfira ayitoma na monni awerɛhoɔ, Ao asɔfoɔ; mo a mosom afɔrebukyia anim, montwa adwo. Momfira ayitoma mmɛsiri pɛ mo a mosom Onyankopɔn anim; ɛfiri sɛ aduane ne ahwiesa afɔrebɔdeɛ no ɛto atwa wɔ Onyankopɔn efie.
14 Appoint ye a fast, proclaim a solemn assembly! Gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land Into the house of Jehovah, your God, And cry unto Jehovah!
Mommɔ mmuadadie kronkron ho dawuro; momfrɛ nhyiamu kronkron. Monfrɛ mpanimfoɔ ne wɔn a wɔte asase no so nyinaa mmra Awurade mo Onyankopɔn efie na wɔmmesu mfrɛ Awurade.
15 Alas, alas the day! For the day of Jehovah is near; Even as destruction from the Almighty doth it come.
Ɛda no aba! Awurade ɛda no abɛn; Ɛbɛba sɛ ɔsɛeɛ a ɛfiri Otumfoɔ hɔ.
16 Is not our food cut off from before our eyes, Yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Yɛnnhunuu sɛ aduane ho ayɛ na, sɛ anigyeɛ ne ahosɛpɛ nso to atwa wɔ yɛn Onyankopɔn efie anaa?
17 The seeds are rotten under their clods, The storehouses are laid desolate, the garners are destroyed; For the corn is withered.
Aba no wu wɔ asase wesee mu, adekoradan abubu, aburopata nso ho nni mfasoɔ, ɛfiri sɛ nnuane no ahye.
18 How do the beasts groan, How do the herds of oxen wander perplexed, Having no pasture! The flocks of sheep also are destroyed.
Sɛdeɛ anantwie su! Na anantwikuo kyinkyini kwa. Nnwankuo mpo rebrɛ ɛfiri sɛ wɔnni adidibea.
19 To thee, O Jehovah, do I call, For a fire hath devoured the pastures of the desert, And a flame hath burned all the trees of the field!
Awurade, wo na mesu frɛ wo, ɛfiri sɛ ogya ahye ɛserɛ so adidibea na ogyaframa ahye mfuo no so nnua nyinaa.
20 The beasts of the field, also, cry unto thee, For the streams of water are dried up, And a fire hath devoured the pastures of the desert!
Wiram mmoa mpo pere hwehwɛ wo. Nsuwansuwa awewe, na ogya ahye ɛserɛ so adidibea.
