Joel 1
1 The word of Jehovah, which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Šis ir Tā Kunga vārds, kas notika uz Joēli, Petuēļa dēlu.
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?
Klausiet šo vārdu, vecaji, un atgriežat ausis, visi zemes iedzīvotāji! Vai tāda lieta notikusi jūsu dienās vai jūsu tēvu dienās?
3 Tell ye your children of it, And let your children tell their children, And their children another generation!
Sludinājiet to saviem bērniem, un lai jūsu bērni to stāsta saviem bērniem, un atkal viņu bērni nākamam augumam.
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.
Ko kāpuri atlicina, to ēd siseņi, un ko siseņi atlicina, to ēd vaboles un ko vaboles atlicina, to ēd kukaiņi.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep! Howl, all ye drinkers of wine, For the new wine, which is snatched from your mouths!
Uzmostaties, piedzērušie, un raudiet! Un kauciet, visi vīna plītnieki, par to jauno vīnu, jo tas ir atrauts no jūsu mutes.
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.
Jo tauta ceļas pret manu zemi, varena un neskaitāma; viņas zobi ir lauvas zobi, un dzerokļi viņai ir kā vecam lauvam.
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.
Tā ir izpostījusi manu vīna koku un par žagariem darījusi manu vīģes koku; viņa to mizot ir nomizojusi un nometusi, viņa zari ir palikuši balti.
8 Lament ye, like a bride, Clothed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
Vaidi kā jumprava, ar maisu apjozusies, sava jaunības brūtgāna dēļ.
9 The flour-offering and the drink-offering are cut off from the house of Jehovah; The priests, the servants of Jehovah mourn.
Ēdamais upuris un dzeramais upuris ir atrauts no Tā Kunga nama; priesteri, Tā Kunga sulaiņi, bēdājās.
10 The field is laid waste; The ground mourneth, For the corn is laid waste; The new wine is dried up; The oil languisheth.
Tīrums ir postīts, zeme noskumusi, jo labība ir postīta, vīns sakaltis un eļļa iet bojā.
11 Lament, O ye husbandmen, Howl, O ye vine-dressers, For the wheat and the barley, For the harvest of the field hath perished!
Arāji paliek kaunā, vīna dārznieki kauc par kviešiem un miežiem, jo tīruma pļaušana ir pagalam.
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.
Vīna koks ir sakaltis un vīģes koks iet bojā, granātābele un palmu koks un ābele, visi koki laukā ir nokaltuši, un līksmība ir nonīkusi pie cilvēku bērniem.
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!
Apjožaties un žēlojaties, priesteri, kauciet, altāra sulaiņi, ejat, paliekat maisos cauru nakti, mana Dieva sulaiņi, jo ēdamais upuris un dzeramais upuris ir atrauts no mana Dieva nama.
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!
Svētījat gavēni, izsauciet sapulces dienu, sapulcinājiet vecajus, visus zemes iedzīvotājus uz Tā Kunga, sava Dieva, namu un piesauciet To Kungu.
15 Alas, alas the day! For the day of Jehovah is near; Even as destruction from the Almighty doth it come.
Ak vai, par to dienu! Jo Tā Kunga diena ir tuvu un nāks kā posts no tā Visuvarenā.
16 Is not our food cut off from before our eyes, Yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Vai barība priekš mūsu acīm nav atrauta, prieks un līksmība no mūsu Dieva nama?
17 The seeds are rotten under their clods, The storehouses are laid desolate, the garners are destroyed; For the corn is withered.
Graudi apakš zemes satrūdējuši, mantu nami ir tukši, šķūņi sagruvuši, jo labība nokaltusi.
18 How do the beasts groan, How do the herds of oxen wander perplexed, Having no pasture! The flocks of sheep also are destroyed.
Ak, kā vaid lopi! Vēršu ganāmie pulki apstulbuši, jo tiem nav ganības, un avju pulki iet bojā.
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!
Tevi, ak Kungs, es piesaucu, jo uguns ir aprijis tuksneša ganības, un liesma ir iededzinājusi visus kokus laukā.
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!
Pat zvēri laukā Tevi piesauc, jo ūdensupes izsīkušas, un uguns ir aprijis tuksneša ganības.
