Књига пророка Јоила 1
1 Реч Господња која дође Јоилу сину Фатуиловом.
The word of the Lord which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
2 Чујте, старци; слушајте, сви становници земаљски; је ли овако шта било за вашег времена или за времена ваших отаца?
Give ear to this, you old men, and take note, you people of the land. Has this ever been in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
3 Приповедајте то синовима својим, и синови ваши својим синовима, и њихови синови потоњем колену.
Give the story of it to your children, and let them give it to their children, and their children to another generation.
4 Шта оста иза гусенице изједе скакавац, и шта оста иза скакавца изједе хрушт, и шта оста иза хрушта изједе црв.
What the worm did not make a meal of, has been taken by the locust; and what the locust did not take, has been food for the plant-worm; and what the plant-worm did not take, has been food for the field-fly.
5 Отрезните се, пијанице, и плачите; и ридајте сви који пијете вино, за новим вином, јер се оте из уста ваших.
Come out of your sleep, you who are overcome with wine, and give yourselves to weeping; give cries of sorrow, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it has been cut off from your mouths.
6 Јер дође на земљу моју силан народ и небројен; зуби су му као у лава и кутњаци као у лавице.
For a nation has come up over my land, strong and without number; his teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the back teeth of a great lion.
7 Потре винову лозу моју, и смокве моје покида, сасвим их огули и побаца, те им се гране беле.
By him my vine is made waste and my fig-tree broken: he has taken all its fruit and sent it down to the earth; its branches are made white.
8 Ридај као младица опасана кострећу за мужем младости своје.
Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
9 Неста дара и налива из дома Господњег; туже свештеници, слуге Господње.
The meal offering and the drink offering have been cut off from the house of the Lord; the priests, the Lord's servants, are sorrowing.
10 Опусте поље, тужи земља; јер је потрвено жито, усахло вино, нестало уља.
The fields are wasted, the land has become dry; for the grain is wasted, the new wine is kept back, the oil is poor.
11 Стидите се ратари, ридајте виноградари, пшенице ради и јечма ради, јер пропаде жетва на њиви;
The farmers are shamed, the workers in the vine-gardens give cries of grief, for the wheat and the barley; for the produce of the fields has come to destruction.
12 Лоза посахну и смоква увену; шипак и палма и јабука и сва дрвета пољска посахнуше, јер неста радости између синова људских.
The vine has become dry and the fig-tree is feeble; the pomegranate and the palm-tree and the apple-tree, even all the trees of the field, are dry: because joy has gone from the sons of men.
13 Опашите се и плачите свештеници; ридајте који служите олтару, дођите, ноћујте у кострети, слуге Бога мог; јер се уноси у дом Бога вашег дар и налив.
Put haircloth round you and give yourselves to sorrow, you priests; give cries of grief, you servants of the altar: come in, and, clothed in haircloth, let the night go past, you servants of my God: for the meal offering and the drink offering have been kept back from the house of your God.
14 Наредите пост, огласите празник, скупите старешине, све становнике земаљске, у дом Господа Бога свог, и вапите ка Господу:
Let a time be fixed for going without food, have a holy meeting, let the old men, even all the people of the land, come together to the house of the Lord your God, crying out to the Lord.
15 Јаох дана! Јер је близу дан Господњи, и доћи ће као погибао од Свемогућег.
Sorrow for the day! for the day of the Lord is near, and as destruction from the Ruler of all it will come.
16 Није ли нестало хране испред очију наших, радости и весеља из дома Бога нашег?
Is not food cut off before our eyes? joy and delight from the house of our God?
17 Семе иструхну под грудама својим, пусте су житнице, разваљене спреме, јер посахну жито.
The grains have become small and dry under the spade; the store-houses are made waste, the grain-stores are broken down; for the grain is dry and dead.
18 Како уздише стока! Како су се смела говеда! Јер немају паше; и овце гину.
What sounds of pain come from the beasts! the herds of cattle are at a loss because there is no grass for them; even the flocks of sheep are no longer to be seen.
19 К Теби, Господе, вичем, јер огањ сажеже паше у пустињи, и пламен попали сва дрвета у пољу.
O Lord, my cry goes up to you: for fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste, and all the trees of the field are burned with its flame.
20 И зверје пољско погледа за тобом, јер усахнуше потоци водени и огањ сажеже паше у пустињи.
The beasts of the field are turning to you with desire: for the water-streams are dry and fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste.
