Joela 1
1 Ty tsara’ Iehovà niheo am’ Ioèle ana’ i Petoele:
The word of the Lord that came to Joel the son of Phatuel.
2 Janjiño ry androanavio, toloro ravembia ry hene mpimone’ o taneo, he t’ie nizoeñe añ’andro’ areo, ndra tañ’andron-droae’ areo hao?
Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land: did this ever happen in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
3 Atalilio amo ana’ areoo, le ampitalilio o ana’ areoo amo ana’ iareoo, vaho o ana’ iereoo amo tariratse añeo.
Tell ye of this to your children, and let your children tell their children, and their children to another generation.
4 Nabotse’ ty kijeja ze nenga’ ty marambolo, nihane’ ty voantane ze nenga i kijeja, vaho nikapaihe’ ty beañe ze nenga’ ty lambotane.
That which the palmerworm hath left, the locust hath eaten: and that which the locust hath left, the bruchus hath eaten: and that which the bruchus hath left, the mildew hath destroyed.
5 Mitsekafa ry jike le miroveta; mangololoiha ry mpinon-divaio, ty amy divai-vao napitsoke am-palie’ areo.
Awake, ye that are drunk, and weep, and mourn all ye that take delight in drinking sweet wine: for it is cut off from your mouth.
6 Fa nivotrak’ an-taneko atoy ty fòko maozatse, mitozantozañe; hoe nifen-diona o famotsi’eo, vazan-diona ra’elahy
For a nation is come up upon my land, strong and without number: his teeth are like the teeth of a lion: and his cheek teeth as of a lion’s whelp.
7 Fa napo’e ho forompotse o vahekoo, nikorendahe’e ty sakoako; niholira’e malio naho nahifi’e añe, le foty iaby o ra’eo.
He hath laid my vineyard waste, and hath pilled off the bark of my fig tree: he hath stripped it bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.
8 Mangoihoia manahake ty somondrara misikin-gony ty amy valin-katòra’ey.
Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9 Fa naitoañe amy anjomba’ Iehovày i enga-mahakamay, naho i engan-dranoy; mandala o mpisoroñe mitoroñe Iehovào.
Sacrifice and libation is cut off from the house of the Lord: the priests, the Lord’s ministers, have mourned:
10 Finaoke i tetekey, mitañy ty tane; finongotse i ampembay; nimaiheñe i divay vaoy, kapaike i menakey.
The country is destroyed, the ground hath mourned: for the corn is wasted, the wine is confounded, the oil hath languished.
11 Mioremeña ry mpihare, mangololoiha ry mpañalahala vahe, ty amy ampembay naho i tsakoy; amy te mikirikintàñe i tetekey.
The husbandmen are ashamed, the vinedressers have howled for the wheat, and for the barley, because the harvest of the field is perished.
12 Fa maike i vahey, mongotse i sakoañey; niforejeje ka i raketay, i sasaviy, i takokoy, naho ze hene hatae an-kivoke ey; aa le niheatse amo ana’ondatio ty hafaleañe.
The vineyard is confounded, and the fig tree hath languished: the pomegranate tree, and the palm tree, and the apple tree, and all the trees of the field are withered: because joy is withdrawn from the children of men.
13 Midiaña vaho mandalà ry mpisoroñeo; mangololoiha ry mpitoron-kitrely; antao hialeñe an-gony ry mpitoron’ Añahareko; fa napitsok’ amy anjomban’ Añahare’ areoy ty enga-mahakama naho ty enga rano.
Gird yourselves, and lament, O ye priests, howl, ye ministers of the altars: go in, lie in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: because sacrifice and libation is cut off from the house of your God.
14 Añamasiño lilitse, koiho ty fivory miavake, atontono o androanavio, naho ze kila mpimone’ ty tane toy, mb’ añ’anjomba’ Iehovà Andrianañahare’ areo, vaho mitoreova am’ Iehovà.
Sanctify ye a fast, call an assembly; gather together the ancients, all the inhabitants of the land into the house of your God: and cry ye to the Lord:
15 Hankàñe ty andro! fa tondroke ty andro’ Iehovà, le hoe firotsahañe boak’ amy El-Sadai ty hivovoa’e.
Ah, ah, ah, for the day: because the day of the Lord is at hand, and it shall come like destruction from the mighty.
16 Tsy fa naitoañe aolom- pihaino’ areo hao ty mahakama? ty haehake naho ty firebehañe boak’ añ’anjomban’Añaharen-tikañe ao?
Is not your food cut off before your eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 Nimomok’ am-bokon-tane ao ty tabiry, nikapaiheñe o rihao, nikoromake o kiboho-mahakamao; fonga niheatse i ampembay.
The beasts have rotted in their dung, the barns are destroyed, the storehouses are broken down: because the corn is confounded.
18 Akore ty fañaoloa’ o hareo! lonjetse o mpirai-tron’añombeo kanao tsy amam-piandrazañe; eka, malorè o lia-rain-añondrio.
Why did the beast groan, why did the herds of cattle low? because there is no pasture for them: yea, and the flocks of sheep are perished.
19 Ry Iehovà, ihe ro itoreovako fa finorototo’ ty afo o fiandrazañe am-patrambeio; vaho nampangotomomohe’ i lel’afoy ze kila hatae an-kivok’ ao.
To thee, O Lord, will I cry: because fire hath devoured the beautiful places of the wilderness, and the flame hath burnt all the trees of the country.
20 Ihe ro isehasehà’ o biby am-patrañeo, fa maike iaby o sakao, vaho fa hinotomomo’ i afoy o fiandrazañe an-dratraratrao.
Yea and the beasts of the field have looked up to thee, as a garden bed that thirsteth after rain, for the springs of waters are dried up, and fire hath devoured the beautiful places of the wilderness.
