Joil 1
1 Rijeè Gospodnja koja doðe Joilu sinu Fatuilovu.
The word of Yahweh, which came unto Joel, 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, ye elders, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land, —hath 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.
Concerning it, to your children, tell ye the story, —and your children, to their children, and their children, to the generation following: —
4 Što osta iza gusjenice izjede skakavac, i što osta iza skakavca izjede hrušt, i što osta iza hrušta izjede crv.
That which was left by the creeping locust, hath the swarming locust eaten, and, that which was left by the swarming locust, hath the grass locust eaten; and, that which was left by the grass locust, hath the corn locust eaten.
5 Otrijeznite se, pijanice, i plaèite; i ridajte svi koji pijete vino, za novijem vinom, jer se ote iz usta vaših.
Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, —over the new wine, because it hath been 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, hath come up over my land, bold, and without number, —his teeth, are the teeth of a lion, and, the fangs of a lioness, hath he!
7 Potr vinovu lozu moju, i smokve moje pokida, sasvijem ih oguli i pobaca, te im se grane bijele.
He hath turned my vine to a waste, and my fig-tree to splinters, —he hath, barked it clean, and cast it down, bleached are its branches.
8 Ridaj kao mladica opasana kostrijeæu za mužem mladosti svoje.
Wail thou, like a virgin girded with sackcloth, for the owner of her youth.
9 Nesta dara i naljeva iz doma Gospodnjega; tuže sveštenici, sluge Gospodnje.
Cut off are the meal-offering and the drink-offering, from the house of Yahweh, —In grief are the priests, the attendants on Yahweh: —
10 Opustje polje, tuži zemlja; jer je potrveno žito, usahlo vino, nestalo ulja.
Laid waste is the field, in grief is the soil, —for laid waste is the corn, abashed is the new wine, languisheth the oil.
11 Stidite se ratari, ridajte vinogradari, pšenice radi i jeèma radi, jer propade žetva na njivi;
Turn pale, ye husbandmen, howl, ye vinedressers, over the wheat, and over the barley, —for perished is the harvest of the field.
12 Loza posahnu i smokva uvenu; šipak i palma i jabuka i sva drveta poljska posahnuše, jer nesta radosti izmeðu sinova ljudskih.
The vine, is abashed, and, the fig-tree, languisheth, —pomegranate, palm also, and apple—all the trees of the field, have withered, Yea abashed is gladness, 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.
Gird yourselves and beat the breast—ye priests, howl, ye attendants of the altar, go in and wrap yourselves for the night in sackcloth, ye attendants on my God, —for, withholden from the house of your God, are the meal-offering and the drink- offering.
14 Naredite post, oglasite praznik, skupite starješine, sve stanovnike zemaljske, u dom Gospoda Boga svojega, i vapijte ka Gospodu:
Hallow ye a fast, Call a solemn assembly, Gather, O elders, all the inhabitants of the land, unto the house of Yahweh your God, —and make ye outcry unto Yahweh.
15 Jaoh dana! jer je blizu dan Gospodnji, i doæi æe kao pogibao od svemoguæega.
Alas for the day! For near is the day of Yahweh, and, as a veritable Destruction from the Destroyer, shall it come.
16 Nije li nestalo hrane ispred oèiju naših, radosti i veselja iz doma Boga našega?
Is it not, before our eyes, that, food, hath been cut off? From the house of our God, rejoicing and exultation.
17 Sjeme istruhnu pod grudama svojim, puste su žitnice, razvaljene spreme, jer posahnu žito.
Rotted hath the seed, under their clods, Laid waste are their stores, Thrown down are the garners, —Yea abashed is the corn.
18 Kako uzdiše stoka! kako su se smela goveda! jer nemaju paše; i ovce ginu.
How do the beasts groan! Perplexed are the herds of oxen, because there is no pasture for them, —even, the flocks of sheep, are destroyed!
19 K tebi, Gospode, vièem, jer oganj sažeže paše u pustinji, i plamen popali sva drveta u polju.
Unto thee, O Yahweh, will I cry, —for, a fire, hath consumed the pastures of the wilderness, and, a flame, hath set ablaze all the trees of the field.
20 I zvijerje poljsko pogleda za tobom, jer usahnuše potoci vodeni i oganj sažeže paše u pustinji.
Even the beasts of the field, moan unto thee, —because dried up are the channels of water, and, a fire, hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
