Joil 1
1 Rijeè Gospodnja koja doðe Joilu sinu Fatuilovu.
The word of the LORD that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
2 Èujte, starci; slušajte, svi stanovnici zemaljski; je li ovako što bilo za vašega vremena ili za vremena vaših otaca?
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 Pripovijedajte to sinovima svojim, i sinovi vaši svojim sinovima, i njihovi sinovi potonjemu koljenu.
Tell your children about it, and have your children tell their children, and their children, another generation.
4 Što osta iza gusjenice izjede skakavac, i što osta iza skakavca izjede hrušt, i što osta iza hrušta izjede crv.
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 Otrijeznite se, pijanice, i plaèite; i ridajte svi koji pijete vino, za novijem vinom, jer se ote iz usta vaših.
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 Jer doðe na zemlju moju silan narod i nebrojen; zubi su mu kao u lava i kutnjaci kao u lavice.
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 Potr vinovu lozu moju, i smokve moje pokida, sasvijem ih oguli i pobaca, te im se grane bijele.
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 Ridaj kao mladica opasana kostrijeæu za mužem mladosti svoje.
Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9 Nesta dara i naljeva iz doma Gospodnjega; tuže sveštenici, sluge Gospodnje.
The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the LORD's house. The cohanim, the LORD's ministers, mourn.
10 Opustje polje, tuži zemlja; jer je potrveno žito, usahlo vino, nestalo ulja.
The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
11 Stidite se ratari, ridajte vinogradari, pšenice radi i jeèma radi, jer propade žetva na njivi;
Be confounded, you farmers. Wail, you vineyard keepers; for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
12 Loza posahnu i smokva uvenu; šipak i palma i jabuka i sva drveta poljska posahnuše, jer nesta radosti izmeðu sinova ljudskih.
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 Opašite se i plaèite sveštenici; ridajte koji služite oltaru, doðite, noæujte u kostrijeti, sluge Boga mojega; jer se unosi u dom Boga vašega dar i naljev.
Put on sackcloth and mourn, you cohanim. 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 Naredite post, oglasite praznik, skupite starješine, sve stanovnike zemaljske, u dom Gospoda Boga svojega, i vapijte ka Gospodu:
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 Jaoh dana! jer je blizu dan Gospodnji, i doæi æe kao pogibao od svemoguæega.
Alas for the day. For the day of the LORD is at hand, and it will come as destruction from Shaddai.
16 Nije li nestalo hrane ispred oèiju naših, radosti i veselja iz doma Boga našega?
Isn't the food cut off before our eyes; joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 Sjeme istruhnu pod grudama svojim, puste su žitnice, razvaljene spreme, jer posahnu žito.
The seeds shrivel under their shovels. The storehouses are laid desolate. The granaries are broken down, for the grain has withered.
18 Kako uzdiše stoka! kako su se smela goveda! jer nemaju paše; i ovce ginu.
How the animals groan. The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Even the flocks of sheep suffer.
19 K tebi, Gospode, vièem, jer oganj sažeže paše u pustinji, i plamen popali sva drveta u polju.
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 I zvijerje poljsko pogleda za tobom, jer usahnuše potoci vodeni i oganj sažeže paše u pustinji.
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.
