Joël Propheta 1
1 Verbum Domini, quod factum est ad Ioel filium Phatuel.
The LORD’s word that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
2 Audite hoc senes, et auribus percipite omnes habitatores terræ: si factum est istud in diebus vestris, aut in diebus patrum vestrorum?
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 Super hoc filiis vestris narrate, et filii vestri filiis suis, et filii eorum generationi alteræ.
Tell your children about it, and have your children tell their children, and their children, another generation.
4 Residuum erucæ comedit locusta, et residuum locustæ comedit bruchus, et residuum bruchi comedit rubigo.
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 Expergiscimini ebrii, et flete, et ululate omnes, qui bibitis vinum in dulcedine: quoniam periit ab ore vestro.
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 Gens enim ascendit super terram meam, fortis et innumerabilis: dentes eius ut dentes leonis: et molares eius ut catuli leonis.
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 Posuit vineam meam in desertum, et ficum meam decorticavit: nudans spoliavit eam, et proiecit: albi facti sunt rami eius.
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 Plange quasi virgo accincta sacco super virum pubertatis suæ.
Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
9 Periit sacrificium, et libatio de domo Domini: luxerunt sacerdotes ministri Domini.
The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the LORD’s house. The priests, the LORD’s ministers, mourn.
10 Depopulata est regio, luxit humus: quoniam devastatum est triticum, confusum est vinum, elanguit oleum.
The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
11 Confusi sunt agricolæ, ululaverunt vinitores super frumento, et hordeo, quia periit messis agri.
Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
12 Vinea confusa est, et ficus elanguit: malogranatum, et palma, et malum, et omnia ligna agri aruerunt: quia confusum est gaudium a filiis hominum.
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 Accingite vos, et plangite sacerdotes, ululate ministri altaris: ingredimini, cubate in sacco ministri Dei mei: quoniam interiit de domo Dei vestri sacrificium, et libatio.
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 Sanctificate ieiunium, vocate cœtum, congregate senes omnes habitatores terræ in domum Dei vestri: et clamate ad Dominum:
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.
15 A, a, a, diei! quia prope est dies Domini, et quasi vastitas a potente veniet.
Alas for the day! For the day of the LORD is at hand, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
16 Numquid non coram oculis vestris alimenta perierunt de domo Dei nostri, lætitia, et exultatio?
Isn’t the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 Computruerunt iumenta in stercore suo, demolita sunt horrea, dissipatæ sunt apothecæ: quoniam confusum est triticum.
The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.
18 Quid ingemuit animal, mugierunt greges armenti? Quia non est pascua eis: sed et greges pecorum disperierunt.
How the animals groan! The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
19 Ad te Domine clamabo: quia ignis comedit speciosa deserti, et flamma succendit omnia ligna regionis.
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.
20 Sed et bestiæ agri, quasi area sitiens imbrem, suspexerunt ad te: quoniam exiccati sunt fontes aquarum, et ignis devoravit speciosa deserti.
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.
