Joel 1
1 The word of Yahweh, which came unto Joel, son of Pethuel.
Yehova anayankhula ndi Yoweli mwana wa Petueli.
2 Hear this, ye elders, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land, —hath this ever happened in your days? or in the days of your fathers?
Inu akuluakulu, imvani izi; mvetserani, nonse amene mumakhala mʼdziko. Kodi zinthu zokhala ngati izi zinayamba zaonekapo mʼnthawi yanu, kapena mʼnthawi ya makolo anu?
3 Concerning it, to your children, tell ye the story, —and your children, to their children, and their children, to the generation following: —
Muwafotokozere ana anu, ndipo ana anuwo afotokozere ana awo, ndipo ana awo adzafotokozere mʼbado winawo.
4 That which was left by the creeping locust, hath the swarming locust eaten, and, that which was left by the swarming locust, hath the grass locust eaten; and, that which was left by the grass locust, hath the corn locust eaten.
Chimene dzombe losamera mapiko lasiya dzombe lowuluka ladya; chimene dzombe lowuluka lasiya dzombe lalingʼono ladya; chimene dzombe lalingʼono lasiya chilimamine wadya.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, —over the new wine, because it hath been cut off from your mouth.
Dzukani, inu zidakwa ndipo mulire! Lirani mofuwula, inu nonse amene mumamwa vinyo; lirani mofuwula chifukwa cha vinyo watsopano, pakuti wachotsedwa pakamwa panu.
6 For, a nation, hath come up over my land, bold, and without number, —his teeth, are the teeth of a lion, and, the fangs of a lioness, hath he!
Mtundu wa anthu wathira nkhondo dziko langa, wamphamvu ndi wosawerengeka; uli ndi mano a mkango, zibwano za mkango waukazi.
7 He hath turned my vine to a waste, and my fig-tree to splinters, —he hath, barked it clean, and cast it down, bleached are its branches.
Wawononga mphesa zanga ndipo wathyola mitengo yanga ya mkuyu. Wakungunula makungwa ake ndi kuwataya, kusiya nthambi zake zili mbee.
8 Wail thou, like a virgin girded with sackcloth, for the owner of her youth.
Lirani ngati namwali wovala chiguduli, chifukwa cha mwamuna wa utsikana wake.
9 Cut off are the meal-offering and the drink-offering, from the house of Yahweh, —In grief are the priests, the attendants on Yahweh: —
Chopereka cha chakudya ndi cha chakumwa sizikuperekedwa ku nyumba ya Yehova. Ansembe akulira, amene amatumikira pamaso pa Yehova.
10 Laid waste is the field, in grief is the soil, —for laid waste is the corn, abashed is the new wine, languisheth the oil.
Minda yaguga, nthaka yauma; tirigu wawonongeka, vinyo watsopano watha, mitengo ya mafuta yauma.
11 Turn pale, ye husbandmen, howl, ye vinedressers, over the wheat, and over the barley, —for perished is the harvest of the field.
Khalani ndi nkhawa, inu alimi, lirani mofuwula inu alimi a mphesa; imvani chisoni chifukwa cha tirigu ndi barele, pakuti zokolola za mʼmunda zawonongeka.
12 The vine, is abashed, and, the fig-tree, languisheth, —pomegranate, palm also, and apple—all the trees of the field, have withered, Yea abashed is gladness, away from the sons of men.
Mpesa wauma ndipo mtengo wamkuyu wafota; makangadza, kanjedza ndi mitengo ya apulosi, mitengo yonse ya mʼmunda yauma. Ndithudi chimwemwe cha anthu chatheratu.
13 Gird yourselves and beat the breast—ye priests, howl, ye attendants of the altar, go in and wrap yourselves for the night in sackcloth, ye attendants on my God, —for, withholden from the house of your God, are the meal-offering and the drink- offering.
Inu ansembe, valani ziguduli ndipo lirani; lirani mofuwula, inu amene mumatumikira pa guwa lansembe. Bwerani, fundani ziguduli usiku wonse, inu amene mumatumikira pamaso pa Mulungu wanga; pakuti chopereka cha chakudya ndi cha chakumwa sizikupezekanso mʼnyumba ya Mulungu wanu.
14 Hallow ye a fast, Call a solemn assembly, Gather, O elders, all the inhabitants of the land, unto the house of Yahweh your God, —and make ye outcry unto Yahweh.
Lengezani tsiku lopatulika losala zakudya, itanani msonkhano wopatulika. Sonkhanitsani akuluakulu ndi anthu onse okhala mʼdziko ku nyumba ya Yehova Mulungu wanu ndipo alirire Yehova.
15 Alas for the day! For near is the day of Yahweh, and, as a veritable Destruction from the Destroyer, shall it come.
Kalanga ine tsikulo! Pakuti tsiku la Yehova layandikira; lidzabwera ngati chiwonongeko chochokera kwa Wamphamvuzonse.
16 Is it not, before our eyes, that, food, hath been cut off? From the house of our God, rejoicing and exultation.
Kodi chakudya chathu sichachotsedwa ife tikuona? Kodi mʼnyumba ya Mulungu wathu simulibe chimwemwe ndi chisangalalo?
17 Rotted hath the seed, under their clods, Laid waste are their stores, Thrown down are the garners, —Yea abashed is the corn.
Mbewu zikunyala poti pansi ndi powuma. Nyumba zosungiramo zinthu zawonongeka; nkhokwe zapasuka popeza tirigu wauma.
18 How do the beasts groan! Perplexed are the herds of oxen, because there is no pasture for them, —even, the flocks of sheep, are destroyed!
Taonani mmene zikulirira ziweto; ngʼombe zikungoyenda uku ndi uku chifukwa zilibe msipu; ngakhalenso nkhosa zikusauka.
19 Unto thee, O Yahweh, will I cry, —for, a fire, hath consumed the pastures of the wilderness, and, a flame, hath set ablaze all the trees of the field.
Kwa Inu Yehova ndilirira, pakuti moto wapsereza msipu wakuthengo, malawi amoto apsereza mitengo yonse ya mʼtchire.
20 Even the beasts of the field, moan unto thee, —because dried up are the channels of water, and, a fire, hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Ngakhale nyama zakuthengo zikulirira Inu; timitsinje tonse taphwa ndipo moto wapsereza msipu wa kuthengo.
