Joel 1
1 The LORD’s word that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Pa inge kas lun LEUM GOD nu sel Joel, wen natul Pethuel.
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?
Kowos mwet matu, lohng ma inge, Mwet Judah nukewa in porongo. Ku nu oasr kain ouiya inge sikyak in pacl lowos uh, Ku ke pacl lun papa tomowos?
3 Tell your children about it, and have your children tell their children, and their children, another generation.
Srumun ma inge nu sin tulik nutuwos, Ac elos fah srumun nu sin tulik natulos, Su ac fah srumun pac nu sin fwil tok ah.
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.
Fwilin locust puspis tuhwi tari fin ima lowos uh, Fahko ma lula tukun sie u in locust, u se toko ah kangla.
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.
Ngutalik ac tung, kowos mwet sruhi; Tung, kowos mwet lungse nimnim, Mweyen grape mwe orek wain sasu kunausyukla.
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.
Sie un locust na matol utyak tari nu in acn sesr oana un mwet mweun. Elos arulana fokoko ac pusla, tia ku in oaoala. Wihselos arulana kosroh oana wihsen soko lion.
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.
Elos kunausla ima in grape lasr, Ac kontonauk sak fig sunasr. Elos ngalesla kulun sak uh Nwe ke na lah nukewa fasrfasrla.
8 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
Mwet uh in tung, oana sie mutan fusr su mwemelil ke misa Lun mukul se el akola in payuk nu se.
9 The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the LORD’s house. The priests, the LORD’s ministers, mourn.
Wangin wheat ku wain kowos ac kisakin in Tempul uh. Mwet tol elos asor mweyen wangin ma elos ac kisakin nu sin LEUM GOD.
10 The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
Ima uh sikiyukla, Ac infohk uh mwemelil Mweyen wheat uh kunausyukla, Grape uh masla, Ac sak olive uli.
11 Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
Kowos mwet ima in arulana asor, Kowos su karingin ima in grape in tung, Mweyen wheat ac barley — Aok, mwe yok nukewa kunanula.
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.
Ima grape ac sak fig nukewa uli; Sak nukewa ma isus fahko uli ac masla. Mwe akenganye mwet uh wanginla.
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.
Kowos mwet tol su kulansap ke loang uh, Nokomang nuknuk yohk eoa ac tung. Utyak nu in Tempul ac mwemelil fong fon! Wangin wheat ku wain in sang nu sin God lowos.
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.
Sapkin in oasr sie tukeni lulap, Ac mwet nukewa in lalo. Pangoneni mwet kol Ac mwet Judah nukewa Nu in Tempul lun LEUM GOD lowos Ac pang nu sel!
15 Alas for the day! For the day of the LORD is at hand, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
Len lun LEUM GOD apkuranme, Len se ma God Kulana El ac kunausla ma nukewa. Fuka lupan sangeng ac rarrar ac sikyak ke len sac!
16 Isn’t the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Kut ngetang na liye ke ima lasr uh masla, ac wangin ma kut ku in oru. Wanginla pwar in Tempul lun God lasr.
17 The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.
Infohk uh paola ac fita uh masla. Wanginla wheat in oan ke nien filma, Ouinge lohm in filma uh musalla.
18 How the animals groan! The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
Cow uh wowoyak ke keok lalos Mweyen wangin acn elos in mongo we. Un sheep uh wi pac keok.
19 LORD, I cry to you, for the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the field.
O LEUM GOD, nga pang nu sum, Mweyen ima uh ac insak uh paola ac masla, Oana in isisyak.
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.
Finne kosro lemnak elos wowoyak pac nu sum, Mweyen infacl uh paola.
