Joel 1
1 The Lord’s message that came to Joel, son of Pethuel.
Verbum Domini, quod factum est ad Ioel filium Phatuel.
2 Hear this, elders, pay attention, all inhabitants of the land. Has anything like this happened in your days, or in the days of your ancestors?
Audite hoc senes, et auribus percipite omnes habitatores terræ: si factum est istud in diebus vestris, aut in diebus patrum vestrorum?
3 Recount it to your children; let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the generation that follows.
Super hoc filiis vestris narrate, et filii vestri filiis suis, et filii eorum generationi alteræ.
4 That which the cutting locust has left, the swarming locust has eaten, that which the swarming locust has left, the hopping locust has eaten, and that which the hopping locust has left, the destroying locust has eaten.
Residuum erucæ comedit locusta, et residuum locustæ comedit bruchus, et residuum bruchi comedit rubigo.
5 Awake, drunkards, and weep, and wail, all drinkers of wine; the new wine is cut off from your mouth.
Expergiscimini ebrii, et flete, et ululate omnes, qui bibitis vinum in dulcedine: quoniam periit ab ore vestro.
6 For a nation has come up on my land, powerful, and numberless; its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and its jaw-teeth are like those of a lioness.
Gens enim ascendit super terram meam, fortis et innumerabilis: dentes eius ut dentes leonis: et molares eius ut catuli leonis.
7 It has laid waste my vines, and barked my fig tree; it has peeled and cast it away, bleached are the branches.
Posuit vineam meam in desertum, et ficum meam decorticavit: nudans spoliavit eam, et proiecit: albi facti sunt rami eius.
8 Wail as a bride, clad in sack-cloth, for the husband of her youth.
Plange quasi virgo accincta sacco super virum pubertatis suæ.
9 Cut off are the cereal and drink-offerings from the house of the Lord; in mourning are the priests, who minister at the Lord’s altar.
Periit sacrificium, et libatio de domo Domini: luxerunt sacerdotes ministri Domini.
10 The fields are blasted, the land is in mourning, for ruined is the grain, the new wine fails and the oil is dried up.
Depopulata est regio, luxit humus: quoniam devastatum est triticum, confusum est vinum, elanguit oleum.
11 Be dismayed, farmers; wail, vine-dressers. For the wheat and the barley; for the harvest is lost from the fields.
Confusi sunt agricolæ, ululaverunt vinitores super frumento, et hordeo, quia periit messis agri.
12 The vine fails to bear fruit, and the fig tree is drooping; the pomegranate, palm, and apple, all the trees of the field are dried up. The people’s joy withers.
Vinea confusa est, et ficus elanguit: malogranatum, et palma, et malum, et omnia ligna agri aruerunt: quia confusum est gaudium a filiis hominum.
13 Put on sackcloth, and beat your breasts, priests; wail, ministers of the altar; come, lie all night in sack-cloth, ministers of God; for cereal-offering and drink-offering are cut off from the house of your God.
Accingite vos, et plangite sacerdotes, ululate ministri altaris: ingredimini, cubate in sacco ministri Dei mei: quoniam interiit de domo Dei vestri sacrificium, et libatio.
14 Sanctify a fast, summon an assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of the Lord your God, cry to the Lord:
Sanctificate ieiunium, vocate cœtum, congregate senes omnes habitatores terræ in domum Dei vestri: et clamate ad Dominum:
15 Alas for the day! Near at hand is the day of the Lord, and as destruction from the Almighty it comes.
A, a, a, diei. quia prope est dies Domini, et quasi vastitas a potente veniet.
16 Is not food cut off from before us, gladness and joy from the house of our God?
Numquid non coram oculis vestris alimenta perierunt de domo Dei nostri, lætitia, et exultatio?
17 The grains shrivel under their hoes, the storehouses are desolate, the barns broken down, for the grain is withered.
Computruerunt iumenta in stercore suo, demolita sunt horrea, dissipatæ sunt apothecæ: quoniam confusum est triticum.
18 How the herds of cattle bellow in distress, for they have no pasture! The flocks of sheep are forlorn.
Quid ingemuit animal, mugierunt greges armenti? Quia non est pascua eis: sed et greges pecorum disperierunt.
19 To you, the Lord, I cry. For fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and flame has scorched all the trees of the field.
Ad te Domine clamabo: quia ignis comedit speciosa deserti, et flamma succendit omnia ligna regionis.
20 The wild animals also look up to you longingly, for the water-courses are dried up, and fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Sed et bestiæ agri, quasi area sitiens imbrem, suspexerunt ad te: quoniam exiccati sunt fontes aquarum, et ignis devoravit speciosa deserti.
