Joela 1
1 Ty tsara’ Iehovà niheo am’ Ioèle ana’ i Petoele:
The word of Jehovah that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.
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. Has this been 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 your sons of it, and let your sons tell their sons, and their sons 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 palmer-worm has left the locust has eaten, and that which the locust has left the canker-worm has eaten, and that which the canker-worm has left the caterpillar has eaten.
5 Mitsekafa ry jike le miroveta; mangololoiha ry mpinon-divaio, ty amy divai-vao napitsoke am-palie’ areo.
Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, and wail, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the 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 has come up upon my land, strong, and without number. His teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
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 has laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree. He has made it clean bare, and cast it away. The branches of it 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.
The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the house of Jehovah. The priests, Jehovah's ministers, mourn.
10 Finaoke i tetekey, mitañy ty tane; finongotse i ampembay; nimaiheñe i divay vaoy, kapaike i menakey.
The field is laid waste; the land mourns. For the grain is destroyed, the new wine is dried up, the oil languishes.
11 Mioremeña ry mpihare, mangololoiha ry mpañalahala vahe, ty amy ampembay naho i tsakoy; amy te mikirikintàñe i tetekey.
Be confounded, O ye husbandmen. Wail, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley, for 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 vine is withered, and the fig tree languishes. The pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field are withered. For joy has withered away from the sons 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 with sackcloth, and lament, ye priests. Wail, ye ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God. For the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld 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 a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the old men and all the inhabitants of the land to the house of Jehovah your God, and cry to Jehovah.
15 Hankàñe ty andro! fa tondroke ty andro’ Iehovà, le hoe firotsahañe boak’ amy El-Sadai ty hivovoa’e.
Alas for the day! For the day of Jehovah is at hand, and it shall come as destruction from the Almighty.
16 Tsy fa naitoañe aolom- pihaino’ areo hao ty mahakama? ty haehake naho ty firebehañe boak’ añ’anjomban’Añaharen-tikañe ao?
Is not the food cut off before our eyes, yea, 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 seeds rot under their clods. The garners are laid desolate. The barns are broken down. For the grain is withered.
18 Akore ty fañaoloa’ o hareo! lonjetse o mpirai-tron’añombeo kanao tsy amam-piandrazañe; eka, malorè o lia-rain-añondrio.
How do the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are perplexed because they have no pasture, yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
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.
O Jehovah, to thee do I cry. For the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the field.
20 Ihe ro isehasehà’ o biby am-patrañeo, fa maike iaby o sakao, vaho fa hinotomomo’ i afoy o fiandrazañe an-dratraratrao.
Yea, the beasts of the field pant to thee, for the water brooks are dried up, and the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
