Joel 1
1 The word of Jehovah, which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
HERRENS Ord, som kom til Joel, Petuels Søn.
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?
Hør dette, I Ældste, laan Øre, alle, som bor i Landet! Er sligt mon sket i eders eller eders Fædres Dage?
3 Tell ye your children of it, And let your children tell their children, And their children another generation!
I skal fortælle det til eders Børn, og de igen til deres, og deres til næste Slægt.
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.
Græshoppen aad, hvad Gnaveren levned, Springeren aad, hvad Græshoppen levned, Æderen aad, hvad Springeren levned.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep! Howl, all ye drinkers of wine, For the new wine, which is snatched from your mouths!
Vaagn op, I drukne, og græd; enhver, som drikker Vin, skal jamre over Most, der gik tabt for eders Mund.
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.
Thi et Folk drog op mod mit Land, vældigt og uden Tal; dets Tænder er Løvetænder, det har Kindtænder som en Løvinde.
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.
Det lagde min Vinstok øde, knækked mit Figentræ, afbarked og hærgede det; dets Grene stritter hvide.
8 Lament ye, like a bride, Clothed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
Klag som sørgeklædt Jomfru over sin Ungdoms Brudgom!
9 The flour-offering and the drink-offering are cut off from the house of Jehovah; The priests, the servants of Jehovah mourn.
Afgrødeoffer og Drikoffer gik tabt for HERRENS Hus; Præsterne, HERRENS Tjenere sørger.
10 The field is laid waste; The ground mourneth, For the corn is laid waste; The new wine is dried up; The oil languisheth.
Marken er ødelagt, Jorden sørger; thi Kornet er ødelagt, Mosten slog fejl og Olien hentørres.
11 Lament, O ye husbandmen, Howl, O ye vine-dressers, For the wheat and the barley, For the harvest of the field hath perished!
Bønder skuffes og Vingaardsmænd jamrer baade over Hveden og Byggen; thi Markens Høst gik tabt;
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.
fejl slog Vinstokken, Figentræet tørres; Granatæble-, Palme— og Æbletræ, hvert Markens Træ tørres hen. Ja, med Skam veg Glæde fra Menneskens Børn.
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!
Sørg, I Præster, i Sæk, I Alterets Tjenere, jamrer! Gaa ind og bær Sæk i Nat, I, som tjener min Gud! Thi Afgrødeoffer og Drikoffer unddrages eders Guds Hus.
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!
Helliger en Faste, udraab festlig Samling, I Ældste, kald alle, som bor i Landet, sammen til HERREN eders Guds Hus og raab saa til HERREN!
15 Alas, alas the day! For the day of Jehovah is near; Even as destruction from the Almighty doth it come.
Ak, hvilken Dag! Thi nær er HERRENS Dag, den kommer som Vold fra den Vældige.
16 Is not our food cut off from before our eyes, Yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Saa vi ej Føden gaa tabt, vor Guds Hus tømt for Glæde og Jubel?
17 The seeds are rotten under their clods, The storehouses are laid desolate, the garners are destroyed; For the corn is withered.
Sæden skrumper ind i den klumpede Jord; Lader er nedbrudt, Forraadshuse jævnet, thi Kornet er vissent.
18 How do the beasts groan, How do the herds of oxen wander perplexed, Having no pasture! The flocks of sheep also are destroyed.
Hvor Kvæget dog stønner! Oksernes Hjorde er skræmte, fordi de ikke har Græs; selv Smaakvægets Hjorde lider.
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!
Jeg raaber til dig, o HERRE; thi Ild har fortæret Ørkenens Græsning, og Luen afsved hvert Markens Træ;
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!
til dig skriger selv Markens Dyr, thi Bækkenes Lejer er tørre, og Ild har fortæret Ørkenens Græsning.
