Joel 1
1 The word of Jehovah, which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Ọ̀rọ̀ Olúwa tí ó tọ Joẹli ọmọ Petueli wá.
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?
Ẹ gbọ́ èyí ẹ̀yin àgbàgbà; ẹ fi etí sílẹ̀ gbogbo ẹ̀yin ènìyàn ará ilẹ̀ náà. Ǹjẹ́ irú èyí ha wà ní ọjọ́ yín, tàbí ní ọjọ́ àwọn baba yín?
3 Tell ye your children of it, And let your children tell their children, And their children another generation!
Ẹ sọ ọ́ fún àwọn ọmọ yín, ki àwọn ọmọ yín sọ fún àwọn ọmọ wọn, ki àwọn ọmọ wọn sọ fún àwọn ìran mìíràn.
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.
Èyí tí eṣú tí agénijẹ jẹ kù ní ọ̀wọ́ eṣú ńlá ńlá ti jẹ, èyí tí ọ̀wọ́ eṣú ńlá ńlá jẹ kù ní eṣú kéékèèké jẹ, èyí tí eṣú kéékèèké jẹ kù ni eṣú apanirun mìíràn jẹ.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep! Howl, all ye drinkers of wine, For the new wine, which is snatched from your mouths!
Ẹ jí gbogbo ẹ̀yin ọ̀mùtí kí ẹ sì sọkún ẹ hu gbogbo ẹ̀yin ọ̀mu-wáìnì; ẹ hu nítorí wáìnì tuntun nítorí a gbà á kúrò lẹ́nu yín.
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.
Nítorí orílẹ̀-èdè kan ti ṣígun sí ilẹ̀ mìíràn ó ní agbára púpọ̀, kò sì ní òǹkà; ó ní eyín kìnnìún ó sì ní èrìgì abo kìnnìún.
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.
Ó ti pa àjàrà mi run, ó sì ti ya ẹ̀ka igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ mi kúrò, ó ti bò èèpo rẹ̀ jálẹ̀, ó sì sọ ọ́ nù; àwọn ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ ni a sì sọ di funfun.
8 Lament ye, like a bride, Clothed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
Ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún bí wúńdíá tí a fi aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ dí ni àmùrè, nítorí ọkọ ìgbà èwe rẹ̀.
9 The flour-offering and the drink-offering are cut off from the house of Jehovah; The priests, the servants of Jehovah mourn.
A ké ọrẹ jíjẹ́ àti ọrẹ mímu kúrò ní ilé Olúwa. Àwọn àlùfáà ń ṣọ̀fọ̀, àwọn ìránṣẹ́ Olúwa.
10 The field is laid waste; The ground mourneth, For the corn is laid waste; The new wine is dried up; The oil languisheth.
Oko di ìgboro, ilẹ̀ ń ṣọ̀fọ̀, nítorí a fi ọkà ṣòfò: ọtí wáìnì tuntun gbẹ, òróró ń bùṣe.
11 Lament, O ye husbandmen, Howl, O ye vine-dressers, For the wheat and the barley, For the harvest of the field hath perished!
Kí ojú kí ó tì yín, ẹ̀yin àgbẹ̀; ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún ẹ̀yin olùtọ́jú àjàrà, nítorí alikama àti nítorí ọkà barle; nítorí ìkórè oko ṣègbé.
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.
Àjàrà gbẹ, igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ sì rọ̀ dànù; igi pomegiranate, igi ọ̀pẹ pẹ̀lú, àti igi apiili, gbogbo igi igbó ni o rọ. Nítorí náà ayọ̀ ọmọ ènìyàn gbẹ kúrò lọ́dọ̀ wọn.
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!
Ẹ di ara yín ni àmùrè, sí pohùnréré ẹkún ẹ̀yin àlùfáà: ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún, ẹ̀yin ìránṣẹ́ pẹpẹ: ẹ wá, fi gbogbo òru dùbúlẹ̀ nínú aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀, ẹ̀yin ìránṣẹ́ Ọlọ́run mi, nítorí tí a dá ọrẹ-jíjẹ àti ọrẹ mímu dúró ní ilé Ọlọ́run yín.
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!
Ẹ yà àwẹ̀ kan sí mímọ́, ẹ pe àjọ kan tí o ní ìrònú, ẹ pe àwọn àgbàgbà, àti gbogbo àwọn ará ilẹ̀ náà jọ sí ilé Olúwa Ọlọ́run yín, kí ẹ sí ké pe Olúwa.
15 Alas, alas the day! For the day of Jehovah is near; Even as destruction from the Almighty doth it come.
A! Fún ọjọ́ náà, nítorí ọjọ́ Olúwa kù sí dẹ̀dẹ̀, yóò de bí ìparun láti ọwọ́ Olódùmarè.
16 Is not our food cut off from before our eyes, Yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
A kò ha ké oúnjẹ kúrò níwájú ojú wá yìí, ayọ̀ àti inú dídùn kúrò nínú ilé Ọlọ́run wá?
17 The seeds are rotten under their clods, The storehouses are laid desolate, the garners are destroyed; For the corn is withered.
Irúgbìn bàjẹ́ nínú ebè wọn, a sọ àká di ahoro, a wó àká palẹ̀; nítorí tí a mú ọkà rọ.
18 How do the beasts groan, How do the herds of oxen wander perplexed, Having no pasture! The flocks of sheep also are destroyed.
Àwọn ẹranko tí ń kérora tó! Àwọn agbo ẹran dààmú, nítorí tí wọ́n kò ni pápá oko; nítòótọ́, àwọn agbo àgùntàn jìyà.
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!
Olúwa, sí ọ ni èmi o ké pè, nítorí iná tí run pápá oko tútù aginjù, ọwọ́ iná sí ti jó gbogbo igi igbó.
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!
Àwọn ẹranko igbó gbé ojú sókè sí ọ pẹ̀lú, nítorí tí àwọn ìṣàn omi gbẹ, iná sí ti jó àwọn pápá oko aginjù run.
