Joel 1
1 This is the word of Yahweh that came to Joel son of Pethuel.
Men mesaj Seyè a te bay Joèl, pitit gason Petwèl la.
2 Hear this, you elders, and listen, all you inhabitants of the land. Has anything like this happened in your days or in the days of your ancestors?
Nou menm vye granmoun yo, koute byen! Nou menm ki rete nan peyi Jida a, louvri zòrèy nou! Eske nan tan pa nou, osinon nan tan zansèt nou yo bagay konsa te janm rive?
3 Tell your children about it, and let your children tell their children, and their children the next generation.
N'a rakonte pitit nou yo sa. Yo menm, y'a rakonte pitit pa yo sa. Lèfini, pitit yo menm va rakonte l' bay moun k'ap vin apre yo.
4 What the swarming locust has left the great locust has eaten; what the great locust has left the grasshopper has eaten; and what the grasshopper has left the caterpillar has eaten.
Sa jenn ti krikèt yo kite, gwo krikèt devore sa. Sa gwo krikèt yo kite, ti chini devore sa. Sa ti chini yo kite, gwo chini devore sa.
5 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because the sweet wine has been cut off from you.
Leve non, bann gwògè! Kriye non! Nou menm ki renmen bweson, pete rele! Paske pa gen rezen pou fè diven nivo pou nou ankò.
6 For a nation has come up upon my land, strong and without number. His teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the teeth of a lioness.
Yon lame krikèt atake peyi nou an. Yo gwonèg, moun pa ka konte yo. Dan yo tankou dan lyon, kwòk dan yo tankou dan femèl lyon.
7 He has made my vineyard into a desolate place and has stripped my fig tree bare. He has stripped its bark and thrown it away; the branches are bare white.
Yo fini ak jaden rezen nou yo. Yo manje tout pye fig frans nou yo. Yo wete tout kòs pye fig frans yo voye jete atè. Branch pye rezen yo rete kanpe tou blan.
8 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the death of her young husband.
Nou menm pèp la, nou mèt plenn, tankou yon jenn fi, rad sak li sou li, k'ap plenn lanmò fiyanse l'.
9 The grain offering and the drink offering have been cut off from Yahweh's house. The priests, Yahweh's servants, mourn.
Pa gen grenn jaden, ni diven pou fè ofrann nan tanp Seyè a. Prèt yo, sèvitè Seyè a, nan lapenn.
10 The fields are ruined, the ground is mourning because the grain has been destroyed. The new wine has dried up, the oil fails.
Tout jaden yo blanch. Tè a nan lapenn. Tout pye ble yo fin mouri. Pye rezen yo cheche. Pye oliv yo rabougri.
11 Be ashamed, you farmers, and wail, you vine growers, for the wheat and the barley. For the harvest of the fields has perished.
Kiltivatè yo pa konn sa pou yo fè. Moun k'ap okipe jaden rezen yo ap plenn paske pa gen ble, pa gen lòj. Tout rekòt yo pèdi nèt.
12 The vines have withered and the fig trees have dried up, the pomegranate trees, also the palm trees, and the apple trees— all the trees of the field have withered. For joy has withered away from the descendants of mankind.
Pye rezen yo ap cheche, pye fig frans yo ap mouri. Pye grenad, pye palmis, pye ponm, tout pye fwi nan jaden fin fennen. Pa gen moun ki gen kè kontan ankò.
13 Put on sackcloth and mourn, you priests! Wail, you servants of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you servants of my God. For the grain offering and the drink offering have been withheld from the house of your God.
Nou menm prèt yo, mete rad sak sou nou! Pete rele! Nou menm k'ap sèvi devan lotèl la, mare ren nou. Ale nan tanp lan, pase nwit lan ak rad sak sou nou. Nou menm k'ap fè sèvis pou Bondye m' lan, nou nan lapenn. Pa gen grenn jaden, pa gen diven pou fè ofrann nan kay Bondye nou an.
14 Call for a holy fast, and call a holy assembly. Gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land to the house of Yahweh your God, and cry to Yahweh.
Bay lòd pou yo fè jèn! Rele tout moun vini! Sanble tout chèf yo ansanm ak tout moun ki rete nan peyi a, nan kay Seyè a, Bondye nou an. Rele nan pye Seyè a.
15 Alas for the day! For the day of Yahweh is almost here. With it will come destruction from the Almighty.
Ala yon gwo jou papa! Jou Seyè a pa lwen rive. Se jou Bondye ki gen tout pouvwa a ap vini kraze brize. Jou sa a ap bay gwo lapenn.
16 Has not food been cut off from before our eyes, and joy and gladness from the house of our God?
N'ap gade konsa, rekòt nou yo ap disparèt devan je nou san nou pa ka fè anyen! Pa gen kè kontan, pa gen fèt nan kay Bondye nou an!
17 The seeds rot under their clods, the granaries are desolate, and the barns have been broken down, for the grain has withered.
Grenn yo plante yo rete anba tè. Kay depo yo fin kraze. Galata yo vid. Pa gen rekòt pou mete ladan yo.
18 How the animals groan! The herds of cattle are suffering because they have no pasture. Also, the flocks of sheep suffer.
Zannimo yo ap plenn, bann bèf yo pa konn kote pou yo ale. Yo pa jwenn anyen pou yo manje nan savann. Ata mouton yo ap soufri grangou.
19 Yahweh, I cry to you. For fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and flames have burned all the trees of the fields.
Seyè, m'ap rele nan pye ou! paske chechrès la fini ak jaden zèb yo. Ou ta di se dife ki boule tout pyebwa yo!
20 Even the animals of the fields pant for you, for the water brooks have dried up, and fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
Ata zannimo nan savann yo ap rele nan pye ou, paske tout larivyè yo chèch nèt. Dife boule tout zèb nan savann yo.
