Joel 1
1 Gospodova beseda, ki je prišla Joélu, Petuélovemu sinu.
The Lord’s message that came to Joel, son of Pethuel.
2 Poslušajte to, vi starci in pazljivo prisluhnite, vsi vi prebivalci dežele. Ali je bilo to v vaših dneh ali celo v dneh vaših očetov?
Hear this, elders, pay attention, all inhabitants of the land. Has anything like this happened in your days, or in the days of your ancestors?
3 Pripovedujte svojim otrokom o tem in naj vaši otroci pripovedujejo svojim otrokom in njihovi otroci naslednjemu rodu.
Recount it to your children; let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the generation that follows.
4 To, kar je kosmata gosenica pustila, je pojedla leteča kobilica; in to, kar je leteča kobilica pustila, je pojedla škodljiva gosenica; in to, kar je pustila škodljiva gosenica, je pojedla gosenica.
That which the cutting locust has left, the swarming locust has eaten, that which the swarming locust has left, the hopping locust has eaten, and that which the hopping locust has left, the destroying locust has eaten.
5 Prebudite se, vi pijanci in jokajte, tulite vsi vi vinski pivci zaradi novega vina, kajti odrezan je od vaših ust.
Awake, drunkards, and weep, and wail, all drinkers of wine; the new wine is cut off from your mouth.
6 Kajti narod je prišel nad mojo deželo, močan in brezštevilen, katerih zobje so zobje leva in ima kočnike velikega leva.
For a nation has come up on my land, powerful, and numberless; its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and its jaw-teeth are like those of a lioness.
7 Opustošil je mojo trto in olupil moje figovo drevo. Naredil ga je razgaljenega in ga vrgel proč; njegove mladike so pobeljene.
It has laid waste my vines, and barked my fig tree; it has peeled and cast it away, bleached are the branches.
8 Žalujte kakor devica, opasana z vrečevino za soprogom svoje mladosti.
Wail as a bride, clad in sack-cloth, for the husband of her youth.
9 Jedilna daritev in pitna daritev je odrezana od Gospodove hiše. Duhovniki, Gospodovi služabniki, žalujejo.
Cut off are the cereal and drink-offerings from the house of the Lord; in mourning are the priests, who minister at the Lord’s altar.
10 Polje je opustošeno, zemlja žaluje, kajti žito je opustošeno. Novo vino je posušeno, olje peša.
The fields are blasted, the land is in mourning, for ruined is the grain, the new wine fails and the oil is dried up.
11 Bodite osramočeni, oh vi poljedelci. Tulite, oh vi obrezovalci trte, zaradi pšenice in zaradi ječmena, ker je žetev polja propadla.
Be dismayed, farmers; wail, vine-dressers. For the wheat and the barley; for the harvest is lost from the fields.
12 Trta je posušena in figovo drevo peša. Granatovec, tudi palmovo drevo in jablana, celó vsa poljska drevesa so ovenela, ker je veselje zamrlo pred človeškimi sinovi.
The vine fails to bear fruit, and the fig tree is drooping; the pomegranate, palm, and apple, all the trees of the field are dried up. The people’s joy withers.
13 Opašite se in objokujte, vi duhovniki; tulite, služabniki oltarja, pridite, vso noč ležite v vrečevini, vi služabniki mojega Boga, kajti jedilna daritev in pitna daritev je zadržana pred hišo vašega Boga.
Put on sackcloth, and beat your breasts, priests; wail, ministers of the altar; come, lie all night in sack-cloth, ministers of God; for cereal-offering and drink-offering are cut off from the house of your God.
14 Posvetite post, skličite slovesen zbor, zberite starešine in vse prebivalce dežele v hišo Gospoda, svojega Boga in kličite h Gospodu:
Sanctify a fast, summon an assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of the Lord your God, cry to the Lord:
15 »Gorje zaradi dneva!« Kajti dan Gospodov je pri roki in to bo prišlo kakor uničenje od Vsemogočnega.
Alas for the day! Near at hand is the day of the Lord, and as destruction from the Almighty it comes.
16 Mar ni hrana odrezana izpred naših oči, da, radost in veselje od hiše našega Boga?
Is not food cut off from before us, gladness and joy from the house of our God?
17 Seme je razpadlo pod njihovimi grudami, kašče ležijo zapuščene, skednji so razpadli, kajti žito je ovenelo.
The grains shrivel under their hoes, the storehouses are desolate, the barns broken down, for the grain is withered.
18 Kako stokajo živali! Živine črede so zmedene, ker nimajo pašnika; da, tropi ovac so zapuščeni.
How the herds of cattle bellow in distress, for they have no pasture! The flocks of sheep are forlorn.
19 Oh Gospod, k tebi bom klical, kajti ogenj je požrl pašnike divjine in plamen je požgal vsa poljska drevesa.
To you, the Lord, I cry. For fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and flame has scorched all the trees of the field.
20 Tudi poljske živali kličejo k tebi, kajti reke vodá so posušene in ogenj je pogoltnil pašnike divjine.
The wild animals also look up to you longingly, for the water-courses are dried up, and fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
