Joel 1
1 Ọ̀rọ̀ Olúwa tí ó tọ Joẹli ọmọ Petueli wá.
The word of the Lord that came to Joel the son of Phatuel.
2 Ẹ gbọ́ èyí ẹ̀yin àgbàgbà; ẹ fi etí sílẹ̀ gbogbo ẹ̀yin ènìyàn ará ilẹ̀ náà. Ǹjẹ́ irú èyí ha wà ní ọjọ́ yín, tàbí ní ọjọ́ àwọn baba yín?
Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land: did this ever happen in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
3 Ẹ sọ ọ́ fún àwọn ọmọ yín, ki àwọn ọmọ yín sọ fún àwọn ọmọ wọn, ki àwọn ọmọ wọn sọ fún àwọn ìran mìíràn.
Tell ye of this to your children, and let your children tell their children, and their children to another generation.
4 Èyí tí eṣú tí agénijẹ jẹ kù ní ọ̀wọ́ eṣú ńlá ńlá ti jẹ, èyí tí ọ̀wọ́ eṣú ńlá ńlá jẹ kù ní eṣú kéékèèké jẹ, èyí tí eṣú kéékèèké jẹ kù ni eṣú apanirun mìíràn jẹ.
That which the palmerworm hath left, the locust hath eaten: and that which the locust hath left, the bruchus hath eaten: and that which the bruchus hath left, the mildew hath destroyed.
5 Ẹ jí gbogbo ẹ̀yin ọ̀mùtí kí ẹ sì sọkún ẹ hu gbogbo ẹ̀yin ọ̀mu-wáìnì; ẹ hu nítorí wáìnì tuntun nítorí a gbà á kúrò lẹ́nu yín.
Awake, ye that are drunk, and weep, and mourn all ye that take delight in drinking sweet wine: for it is cut off from your mouth.
6 Nítorí orílẹ̀-èdè kan ti ṣígun sí ilẹ̀ mìíràn ó ní agbára púpọ̀, kò sì ní òǹkà; ó ní eyín kìnnìún ó sì ní èrìgì abo kìnnìún.
For a nation is come up upon my land, strong and without number: his teeth are like the teeth of a lion: and his cheek teeth as of a lion’s whelp.
7 Ó ti pa àjàrà mi run, ó sì ti ya ẹ̀ka igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ mi kúrò, ó ti bò èèpo rẹ̀ jálẹ̀, ó sì sọ ọ́ nù; àwọn ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ ni a sì sọ di funfun.
He hath laid my vineyard waste, and hath pilled off the bark of my fig tree: he hath stripped it bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.
8 Ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún bí wúńdíá tí a fi aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ dí ni àmùrè, nítorí ọkọ ìgbà èwe rẹ̀.
Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9 A ké ọrẹ jíjẹ́ àti ọrẹ mímu kúrò ní ilé Olúwa. Àwọn àlùfáà ń ṣọ̀fọ̀, àwọn ìránṣẹ́ Olúwa.
Sacrifice and libation is cut off from the house of the Lord: the priests, the Lord’s ministers, have mourned:
10 Oko di ìgboro, ilẹ̀ ń ṣọ̀fọ̀, nítorí a fi ọkà ṣòfò: ọtí wáìnì tuntun gbẹ, òróró ń bùṣe.
The country is destroyed, the ground hath mourned: for the corn is wasted, the wine is confounded, the oil hath languished.
11 Kí ojú kí ó tì yín, ẹ̀yin àgbẹ̀; ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún ẹ̀yin olùtọ́jú àjàrà, nítorí alikama àti nítorí ọkà barle; nítorí ìkórè oko ṣègbé.
The husbandmen are ashamed, the vinedressers have howled for the wheat, and for the barley, because the harvest of the field is perished.
12 Àjàrà gbẹ, igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ sì rọ̀ dànù; igi pomegiranate, igi ọ̀pẹ pẹ̀lú, àti igi apiili, gbogbo igi igbó ni o rọ. Nítorí náà ayọ̀ ọmọ ènìyàn gbẹ kúrò lọ́dọ̀ wọn.
The vineyard is confounded, and the fig tree hath languished: the pomegranate tree, and the palm tree, and the apple tree, and all the trees of the field are withered: because joy is withdrawn from the children of men.
13 Ẹ di ara yín ni àmùrè, sí pohùnréré ẹkún ẹ̀yin àlùfáà: ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún, ẹ̀yin ìránṣẹ́ pẹpẹ: ẹ wá, fi gbogbo òru dùbúlẹ̀ nínú aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀, ẹ̀yin ìránṣẹ́ Ọlọ́run mi, nítorí tí a dá ọrẹ-jíjẹ àti ọrẹ mímu dúró ní ilé Ọlọ́run yín.
Gird yourselves, and lament, O ye priests, howl, ye ministers of the altars: go in, lie in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: because sacrifice and libation is cut off from the house of your God.
14 Ẹ yà àwẹ̀ kan sí mímọ́, ẹ pe àjọ kan tí o ní ìrònú, ẹ pe àwọn àgbàgbà, àti gbogbo àwọn ará ilẹ̀ náà jọ sí ilé Olúwa Ọlọ́run yín, kí ẹ sí ké pe Olúwa.
Sanctify ye a fast, call an assembly; gather together the ancients, all the inhabitants of the land into the house of your God: and cry ye to the Lord:
15 A! Fún ọjọ́ náà, nítorí ọjọ́ Olúwa kù sí dẹ̀dẹ̀, yóò de bí ìparun láti ọwọ́ Olódùmarè.
Ah, ah, ah, for the day: because the day of the Lord is at hand, and it shall come like destruction from the mighty.
16 A kò ha ké oúnjẹ kúrò níwájú ojú wá yìí, ayọ̀ àti inú dídùn kúrò nínú ilé Ọlọ́run wá?
Is not your food cut off before your eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 Irúgbìn bàjẹ́ nínú ebè wọn, a sọ àká di ahoro, a wó àká palẹ̀; nítorí tí a mú ọkà rọ.
The beasts have rotted in their dung, the barns are destroyed, the storehouses are broken down: because the corn is confounded.
18 Àwọn ẹranko tí ń kérora tó! Àwọn agbo ẹran dààmú, nítorí tí wọ́n kò ni pápá oko; nítòótọ́, àwọn agbo àgùntàn jìyà.
Why did the beast groan, why did the herds of cattle low? because there is no pasture for them: yea, and the flocks of sheep are perished.
19 Olúwa, sí ọ ni èmi o ké pè, nítorí iná tí run pápá oko tútù aginjù, ọwọ́ iná sí ti jó gbogbo igi igbó.
To thee, O Lord, will I cry: because fire hath devoured the beautiful places of the wilderness, and the flame hath burnt all the trees of the country.
20 Àwọn ẹranko igbó gbé ojú sókè sí ọ pẹ̀lú, nítorí tí àwọn ìṣàn omi gbẹ, iná sí ti jó àwọn pápá oko aginjù run.
Yea and the beasts of the field have looked up to thee, as a garden bed that thirsteth after rain, for the springs of waters are dried up, and fire hath devoured the beautiful places of the wilderness.
