Joel 1

1 The word of the Lord which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.

Naʻe hoko ʻae folofola ʻa Sihova kia Soeli ko e foha ʻo Petueli.

2 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?

Fanongo ki he meʻa ni, ʻakimoutolu ko e kau mātuʻa, pea tokanga homou telinga, ʻae kakai ʻoe fonua. Kuo ʻai ha meʻa pehē ni ʻi homou ngaahi ʻaho, pe ʻi he ngaahi ʻaho ʻo hoʻomou ngaahi tamai?

3 Give the story of it to your children, and let them give it to their children, and their children to another generation.

Tala ia ki hoʻomou fānau, pea ke nau tala ki heʻenau fānau, pea mo e fānau ʻanautolu ki he toʻutangata ʻe taha.

4 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.

Ko ia naʻe tuku ʻe he heʻe kuo kai ʻe he heʻe maumau; pea ko ia naʻe tuku ʻe he heʻe maumau kuo kai ʻe he ʻunufe fulufulu, pea ko ia naʻe tuku ʻe he ʻunufe fulufulu, kuo kai ʻe he ʻunufe.

5 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.

‌ʻAe kau konā, mou ʻā, pea tangi; pea fakatangiloloa, ʻakimoutolu ʻae kau inu uaine, koeʻuhi ko e uaine foʻou; he kuo motuhi ia mei homou ngutu.

6 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.

He kuo ʻalu hake ha puleʻanga ki hoku fonua, ʻoku mālohi pea taʻefaʻalaua, ko hono nifo ko e nifo ʻoe laione, pea ko hono kouʻahe ko e kouʻahe ʻoe laione lahi.

7 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.

Kuo ne fakalala ʻeku vaine, pea fohiʻi ʻae kili ʻo ʻeku ʻakau ko e fiki; kuo ne fakamolemole ia ʻo maʻa; kuo fakahinehina hono ngaahi vaʻa.

8 Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.

Tangi, ʻo hangē ko e taʻahine poloʻi kuo kofuʻaki ʻae tauangaʻa, koeʻuhi ko e husepāniti ʻo ʻene kei siʻi.

9 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.

Ko e hifo ʻaki ʻae meʻakai, pea mo e hifo ʻaki ʻae meʻainu kuo motuhi ia mei he fale ʻo Sihova; ʻoku tangi ʻae kau taulaʻeiki, ʻae kau faifekau ʻa Sihova.

10 The fields are wasted, the land has become dry; for the grain is wasted, the new wine is kept back, the oil is poor.

‌ʻOku maumau ʻae ngoue, ʻoku tangi ʻae fonua; he kuo maumauʻi ʻae koane; ʻoku maha ʻae uaine foʻou, ʻoku vaivai ʻae lolo.

11 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.

Mou mā, ʻae kau tangata ngoue; fakatangilōloa, ʻe kau tauhi vaine, koeʻuhi ko e uite mo e paʻale; he kuo ʻauha ʻae ututaʻu ʻi he ngoue.

12 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.

‌ʻOku mōmoa ʻae vaine, ʻoku vaivai ʻae ʻakau ko e fiki; ko e ʻakau ko e pomikanite, mo e ʻakau ko e ponga, mo e ʻakau ko e ʻapele foki, ʻio, ko e ʻakau kotoa pē ʻoe ngoue ʻoku mae; koeʻuhi ʻoku mate ʻae fiefia mei he loto ʻoe ngaahi foha ʻoe tangata.

13 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.

Noʻotaki homou vala, pea tangi, ʻae kau taulaʻeiki: tangi fakalōloa, ʻae kau faifekau ʻoe feilaulauʻanga; haʻu, ʻo tokoto ʻi he pō kātoa ʻi he tauangaʻa ʻae kau tamaioʻeiki ʻa hoku ʻOtua: he ko e feilaulau meʻakai pea mo e feilaulau inu, kuo taʻofi mei he fale ʻo homou ʻOtua.

14 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.

Mou tuʻutuʻuni ʻae ʻaukai, fanongonongo ʻae fakataha mamafa, tānaki ʻae kau mātuʻa, pea mo e kakai kotoa pē ʻoe fonua ki he fale ʻo Sihova ko homou ʻOtua, pea tangi kia Sihova, ʻo pehē,

15 Sorrow for the day! for the day of the Lord is near, and as destruction from the Ruler of all it will come.

‌ʻOiauē ʻae ʻaho! He kuo ofi ʻae ʻaho ʻo Sihova, pea ʻe hoko mai ia ʻo hangē ko e fakaʻauha mei he Māfimafi.

16 Is not food cut off before our eyes? joy and delight from the house of our God?

‌ʻIkai kuo motuhi ʻae meʻakai mei hotau mata, ʻio, ko e fiefia mo e nekeneka mei he fale ʻo hotau ʻOtua?

17 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.

‌ʻOku popo ʻae tenga ʻi he loto kelekele, ʻoku lala ʻae ngaahi feleoko, kuo holoki ʻae ngaahi fale koloa; he kuo mae ʻae koane.

18 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.

‌ʻOiauē ʻae toʻe ʻae fanga manu! ʻOku feinga ʻae fanga pulu, koeʻuhi ʻoku ʻikai hanau mohuku; ʻio, ʻoku tuʻutāmaki ʻae fanga sipi.

19 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.

‌ʻE Sihova, te u tangi kiate koe: koeʻuhi kuo kai ʻe he afi ʻae mohuku ʻoe toafa, pea kuo tutu ʻe he ulo afi ʻae ngaahi ʻakau kotoa pē ngoue.

20 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.

‌ʻOku tangi foki kiate koe ʻae fanga manu ʻoe vao: koeʻuhi ʻoku mōmoa ʻae ngaahi tafeʻanga vai, pea kuo kai ʻe he afi ʻae mohuku ʻoe toafa.