Joil 1
1 Rijeè Gospodnja koja doðe Joilu sinu Fatuilovu.
The word of the Lord is this, that was maad to Joel, the sone of Phatuel.
2 Èujte, starci; slušajte, svi stanovnici zemaljski; je li ovako što bilo za vašega vremena ili za vremena vaših otaca?
Elde men, here ye this, and alle dwelleris of the lond, perseyue ye with eeris. If this thing was don in youre daies, ether in the daies of youre fadris.
3 Pripovijedajte to sinovima svojim, i sinovi vaši svojim sinovima, i njihovi sinovi potonjemu koljenu.
Of this thing telle ye to your sones, and your sones telle to her sones, and the sones of hem telle to another generacioun.
4 Što osta iza gusjenice izjede skakavac, i što osta iza skakavca izjede hrušt, i što osta iza hrušta izjede crv.
A locuste eet the residue of a worte worm, and a bruke eet the residue of a locuste, and rust eet the residue of a bruke.
5 Otrijeznite se, pijanice, i plaèite; i ridajte svi koji pijete vino, za novijem vinom, jer se ote iz usta vaših.
Drunken men, wake ye, and wepe; and yelle ye, alle that drynken wyn in swetnesse; for it perischide fro youre mouth.
6 Jer doðe na zemlju moju silan narod i nebrojen; zubi su mu kao u lava i kutnjaci kao u lavice.
For whi a folc strong and vnnoumbrable stiede on my lond. The teeth therof ben as the teeth of a lioun, and the cheek teeth therof ben as of a whelp of a lioun.
7 Potr vinovu lozu moju, i smokve moje pokida, sasvijem ih oguli i pobaca, te im se grane bijele.
It settide my vyner in to desert, and took awei the riynde of my fige tre. It made nakid and spuylide that vyner, and castide forth; the braunchis therof ben maad white.
8 Ridaj kao mladica opasana kostrijeæu za mužem mladosti svoje.
Weile thou, as a virgyn gird with a sak on the hosebonde of hir tyme of mariage.
9 Nesta dara i naljeva iz doma Gospodnjega; tuže sveštenici, sluge Gospodnje.
Sacrifice and moist sacrifice perischide fro the hous of the Lord; and preestis, the mynystris of the Lord, moureneden.
10 Opustje polje, tuži zemlja; jer je potrveno žito, usahlo vino, nestalo ulja.
The cuntrey is maad bare of puple. The erthe mourenyde; for whete is distried. Wyn is schent, and oile was sijk, ether failide.
11 Stidite se ratari, ridajte vinogradari, pšenice radi i jeèma radi, jer propade žetva na njivi;
The erthe tilieris ben schent, the vyn tilieris yelliden on wheete and barli; for the ripe corn of the feeld is perischid.
12 Loza posahnu i smokva uvenu; šipak i palma i jabuka i sva drveta poljska posahnuše, jer nesta radosti izmeðu sinova ljudskih.
The vyner is schent; and the fige tre was sijk. The pomgarnate tre, and the palm tre, and the fir tre, and alle trees of the feeld drieden vp; for ioie is schent fro the sones 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.
Ye prestis, girde you, and weile; ye mynystris of the auter, yelle. Mynystris of my God, entre ye, ligge ye in sak; for whi sacrifice and moist sacrifice perischide fro the hous of youre God.
14 Naredite post, oglasite praznik, skupite starješine, sve stanovnike zemaljske, u dom Gospoda Boga svojega, i vapijte ka Gospodu:
Halewe ye fastyng, clepe ye cumpeny, gadere ye togidere elde men, and alle dwelleris of the erthe in to the hous of youre God; and crie ye to the Lord, A!
15 Jaoh dana! jer je blizu dan Gospodnji, i doæi æe kao pogibao od svemoguæega.
A! A! to the dai; for the dai of the Lord is niy, and schal come as a tempest fro the myyti.
16 Nije li nestalo hrane ispred oèiju naših, radosti i veselja iz doma Boga našega?
Whether foodis perischiden not bifore youre iyen; gladnesse and ful out ioie perischide fro the hous of youre God?
17 Sjeme istruhnu pod grudama svojim, puste su žitnice, razvaljene spreme, jer posahnu žito.
Beestis wexen rotun in her drit. Bernes ben distried, celeris ben distried, for wheete is schent.
18 Kako uzdiše stoka! kako su se smela goveda! jer nemaju paše; i ovce ginu.
Whi weilide a beeste? whi lowiden the flockis of oxun and kien? for no lesewe is to hem; but also the flockis of scheep perischiden.
19 K tebi, Gospode, vièem, jer oganj sažeže paše u pustinji, i plamen popali sva drveta u polju.
Lord, Y schal crye to thee, for fier eet the faire thingis of desert, and flawme brente all the trees of the cuntrei.
20 I zvijerje poljsko pogleda za tobom, jer usahnuše potoci vodeni i oganj sažeže paše u pustinji.
But also beestis of the feeld, as a corn floor thirstynge reyn, bihelden to thee; for the wellis of watris ben dried vp, and fier deuouride the faire thingis of desert.
