Jowèl 1
1 Pawòl SENYÈ a te vin kote Joël, fis a Pethuel la.
This is the word of the LORD that came to Joel son of Pethuel:
2 Koute sa ansyen nou yo, koute sa, tout abitan peyi a! Èske yon bagay konsa konn rive nan jou nou yo, oswa nan jou a papa zansèt nou yo?
Hear this, O elders; and give ear, all who dwell in the land. Has anything like this ever happened in your days or in the days of your fathers?
3 Pale pitit nou yo bagay sa a, e kite pitit nou pale pitit pa yo ak pitit a yon lòt jenerasyon.
Tell it to your children; let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation.
4 Sa ke ti krikèt la te kite, gwo krikèt la fin manje. Sa ke gwo krikèt la te kite, ti cheni an te manje. Sa ke ti cheni an te kite, gwo cheni an te manje.
What the devouring locust has left, the swarming locust has eaten; what the swarming locust has left, the young locust has eaten; and what the young locust has left, the destroying locust has eaten.
5 Moun sou yo, leve pou nou ka kriye! Rele fò, nou tout k ap bwè diven an, akoz diven dous lan, paske li deja retire pou l kite bouch nou.
Wake up, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it has been cut off from your mouth.
6 Paske yon nasyon deja anvayi peyi mwen an, ak gwo pwisans, fòs kantite moun depase kontwòl. Dan l se dan a yon lyon; gwo dan l yo se tankou dan a yon manman lyon.
For a nation has invaded My land, powerful and without number; its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and its fangs are the fangs of a lioness.
7 Li te fè chan rezen mwen an vin yon kote gate. Li te rache pye fig mwen an. Li fin rache li nèt nèt, e jete li. Branch yo te vin blanch.
It has laid waste My grapevine and splintered My fig tree. It has stripped off the bark and thrown it away; the branches have turned white.
8 Rele fò tankou yon vyèj ki abiye ak twal sak pou fiyanse jenès li ki mouri.
Wail like a virgin dressed in sackcloth, grieving for the husband of her youth.
9 Ofrann sereyal ak ofrann bwason an vin kou pe soti lakay SENYÈ a. Prèt yo, sèvitè a SENYÈ a, ap lamante.
Grain and drink offerings have been cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests are in mourning, those who minister before the LORD.
10 Chan an vin gate nèt. Peyi a ap fè dèy. Paske tout sereyal la fin gate nèt. Diven nèf la fin seche, lwil fre a vin sispann.
The field is ruined; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, and the oil fails.
11 Se pou nou pa konprann anyèn, O kiltivatè yo! Rele anmwey, O nou menm k ap okipe pye rezen yo! Ble ak lòj la te peri nèt; rekòlt chan an fin detwi.
Be dismayed, O farmers, wail, O vinedressers, over the wheat and barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.
12 Pye rezen an vin sèch, e pye fig la vin pa donnen. Pye grenad la, pye palmis lan ak pye pòm nan; menm tout pyebwa nan chan an fin cheche. Anverite Lajwa a vin seche soti pami fis a lòm yo.
The grapevine is dried up, and the fig tree is withered; the pomegranate, palm, and apple— all the trees of the orchard—are withered. Surely the joy of mankind has dried up.
13 Mare senti nou ak twal sak e kriye fò, O prèt yo, Rele anmwey! O sèvitè a lotèl yo, Vin pase nwit lan ak twal sak, chèf sèvitè a Bondye mwen yo. Paske ofrann sereyal la ak ofrann bwason an p ap antre lakay Bondye nou an.
Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, O ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God, because the grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.
14 Vin konsakre jèn nan! Pwoklame asanble solanèl lan! Rasanble tout ansyen yo ak tout moun ki rete nan peyi a, pou yo vini lakay SENYÈ a, Bondye nou an, pou kriye fò anvè SENYÈ a.
Consecrate a fast; proclaim a solemn assembly! Gather the elders and all the residents of the land to the house of the LORD your God, and cry out to the LORD.
15 Elas pou jou a! Paske jou SENYÈ a vin pwòch. Li va vini tankou destriksyon ki soti nan Toupwisan an.
Alas for the day! For the Day of the LORD is near, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
16 Èske manje a pa t retire soti devan zye nou? Lajwa ak kè kontan soti lakay Bondye nou an?
Has not the food been cut off before our very eyes— joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 Jèm yo vin pouri anba bòl tè yo. Depo yo vin abandone. Kay depo yo fin demoli nèt, paske sereyal la vin sispann nèt.
The seeds lie shriveled beneath the clods; the storehouses are in ruins; the granaries are broken down, for the grain has withered away.
18 Ala plenyen bèt yo plenyen nan gòj! Twoupo bèf yo ap gaye toupatou, paske pa gen patiraj pou yo. Menm bann mouton yo ap soufri.
How the cattle groan! The herds wander in confusion because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep are suffering.
19 A Ou menm, O SENYÈ, Mwen kriye; paske dife fin devore patiraj nan savann yo, e flanm dife fin brile tout pyebwa nan chan yo.
To You, O LORD, I call, for fire has consumed the open pastures and flames have scorched all the trees of the field.
20 Menm bèt chan yo rele vè Ou menm; paske sous dlo yo fin seche e dife a te devore tout patiraj nan savann yo.
Even the beasts of the field pant for You, for the streams of water have dried up, and fire has consumed the open pastures.
