Juel 1
1 Okwu Onyenwe anyị nke bịakwutere Juel nwa Petuel.
Yahweh’s word that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
2 Nụrụnụ nke a, unu ndị okenye; geenụ ntị, unu ndị niile bi nʼala a. Ihe dị otu a o meela na ndụ unu, ka o mere na ndụ nna nna unu ha?
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?
3 Gwanụ ya ụmụ unu, ka ụmụ unu gwakwa ụmụ ha, ka ụmụ ha gwakwa ụmụ ụmụ ha, ka ụmụ ụmụ ha gwakwa ọgbọ nke na-eso ha.
Tell your children about it, and have your children tell their children, and their children, another generation.
4 Ihe igurube rifọrọ ka igurube ukwu richara, ihe igurube ukwu rifọrọ, ka ụmụ igurube richara, ihe ụmụ igurube rifọrọ ka igurube ndị ọzọ richapụrụ.
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.
5 Tetanụ, unu ndị na-aṅụbiga mmanya oke. Kwaanụ akwa. Kwaanụ akwa unu ndị na-aṅụ mmanya; kwaanụ akwa nʼihi mmanya ọhụrụ, nʼihi na e sitela nʼọnụ unu napụ unu mmanya unu na-aṅụ.
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.
6 O nwere mba bịakwasịrị ala m, usuu ndị agha nke na-enweghị ịgụta ọnụ; nke nwere eze dịka ọdụm, nweekwa ikiri eze dịka ka nne ọdụm.
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.
7 Ọ laala mkpụrụ vaịnị m nʼiyi mee ka osisi fiig m niile mebie kpamkpam. O kpechapụsịala agbụgbọ osisi fiig m, kpofuo ha, hapụ alaka osisi ya ka ọ na-acha ọcha.
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.
8 Kwaa akwa mwute dịka nwaagbọghọ na-amaghị nwoke, nke di na-aga ịlụ ya nwụrụ.
Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
9 Akwụsịla iwebata onyinye ọka na onyinye mmanya nʼụlọ Onyenwe anyị. Ndị nchụaja na-eru ụjụ, bụ ndị ahụ na-eje ozi nʼihu Onyenwe anyị.
The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from Yahweh’s house. The priests, Yahweh’s ministers, mourn.
10 Emebiela ala ubi niile, ala nọ na-eru ụjụ. Ebibiela ọka niile, mmanya adịghịkwa, otu a kwa, mmanụ oliv adịghịkwa.
The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
11 Daanụ mba nʼobi unu, unu ndị ọrụ ubi, tienụ mkpu akwa, unu ndị ọrụ ubi vaịnị. Tienụ aka nʼobi nʼihi ọka wiiti na ọka balị, nʼihi na a laala owuwe ihe ubi nʼiyi.
Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
12 Osisi vaịnị anwụọla. Osisi fiig akpọnwụọla. Osisi pomegranet na osisi nkwụ, na osisi apụl akpọnwụọla. Nʼezie, osisi niile akpọnwụọla. Nʼebe ndị mmadụ nọ, ọṅụ alala.
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.
13 Yikwasịnụ onwe unu akwa mkpe, unu ndị nchụaja; ruonụ ụjụ, kwaanụ akwa, unu ndị na-eje ozi nʼebe ịchụ aja. Bịanụ, yiri akwa mkpe nọ ọnọdụ abalị unu ndị na-ejere Chineke m ozi nʼihi na egbochiela onyinye ọka na onyinye ihe ọṅụṅụ ịbata nʼụlọ Chineke unu.
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.
14 Kpọsaanụ obubu ọnụ dị nsọ. Kpọọnụ nzukọta dị nsọ. Chịkọtaanụ ndị okenye na ndị niile bi nʼala a, ka ha bịa nʼụlọnsọ Onyenwe anyị Chineke unu; ka ha tikuo Onyenwe anyị mkpu akwa.
Sanctify a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land to the house of Yahweh, your God, and cry to Yahweh.
15 Ụbọchị dị oke egwu ka ụbọchị ahụ bụ! Nʼihi na ụbọchị Onyenwe anyị abịala nso. Ọ ga-ewetakwa mbibi site nʼaka Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile.
Alas for the day! For the day of Yahweh is at hand, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
16 Ọ bụ na e sitebeghị nʼihu anyị wezuga ihe oriri niile, Ọ bụ na ọṅụ na obi ụtọ e sitebeghị nʼụlọnsọ Chineke anyị pụọ?
Isn’t the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 Mkpụrụ ubi akpọnwụọla nʼọkpụrụkpụ aja ala. Ụlọ a na-edebe ihe oriri atọgbọrọla nʼefu, a kwatuola ọba niile, nʼihi na mkpụrụ ọka niile akpọọla nku.
The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.
18 Lee otu anụ ụlọ niile si eze ume! Igwe ehi na-awagharị nʼihi na ha enweghị ebe ịta nri; ọ bụladị igwe atụrụ nọkwa nʼọnọdụ ịta ahụhụ.
How the animals groan! The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
19 Gị Onyenwe anyị, ka m na-akpọku, nʼihi na ọkụ erepịala ebe ịta nri nke ụmụ anụ ụlọ. Ọkụ erechapụkwala osisi niile dị nʼọhịa.
Yahweh, 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.
20 Ọ bụladị ụmụ anụ ọhịa na-ebeku gị akwa, nʼihi na iyi niile ataala, ọkụ erechapụkwala ebe ịta nri nke anụmanụ niile nke dị nʼọzara.
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.
