Joel 1
1 The LORD’s word that came to Joel, the 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 this ever happened in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
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 have your children tell their children, and their children, another 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. 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 of the sweet wine, for it is cut off from your mouth.
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 on my land, strong, and without number. His teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the fangs 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 laid my vine waste, and stripped my fig tree. He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away. Its branches are made 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 husband of her youth!
Nou menm pèp la, nou mèt plenn, tankou yon jenn fi, rad sak li sou li, k'ap plenn lanmò fiyanse l'.
9 The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the LORD’s house. The priests, the LORD’s ministers, mourn.
Pa gen grenn jaden, ni diven pou fè ofrann nan tanp Seyè a. Prèt yo, sèvitè Seyè a, nan lapenn.
10 The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
Tout jaden yo blanch. Tè a nan lapenn. Tout pye ble yo fin mouri. Pye rezen yo cheche. Pye oliv yo rabougri.
11 Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field 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 vine has dried up, and the fig tree withered— the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all of the trees of the field are withered; for joy has withered away from the sons of men.
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 ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from your God’s house.
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 Sanctify a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land to the house of the LORD, your God, and cry to the LORD.
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 the LORD is at hand, and it will come as 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 Isn’t the food cut off before our eyes, 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 laid desolate. The barns are 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 livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
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 LORD, I cry to you, for the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burnt all the trees of the field.
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 Yes, the animals of the field pant to you, for the water brooks have dried up, and the 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.
