Joel 1

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

Šis ir Tā Kunga vārds, kas notika uz Joēli, Petuēļa dēlu.

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?

Klausiet šo vārdu, vecaji, un atgriežat ausis, visi zemes iedzīvotāji! Vai tāda lieta notikusi jūsu dienās vai jūsu tēvu dienās?

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

Sludinājiet to saviem bērniem, un lai jūsu bērni to stāsta saviem bērniem, un atkal viņu bērni nākamam augumam.

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 kāpuri atlicina, to ēd siseņi, un ko siseņi atlicina, to ēd vaboles un ko vaboles atlicina, to ēd kukaiņi.

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.

Uzmostaties, piedzērušie, un raudiet! Un kauciet, visi vīna plītnieki, par to jauno vīnu, jo tas ir atrauts no jūsu mutes.

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.

Jo tauta ceļas pret manu zemi, varena un neskaitāma; viņas zobi ir lauvas zobi, un dzerokļi viņai ir kā vecam lauvam.

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.

Tā ir izpostījusi manu vīna koku un par žagariem darījusi manu vīģes koku; viņa to mizot ir nomizojusi un nometusi, viņa zari ir palikuši balti.

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

Vaidi kā jumprava, ar maisu apjozusies, sava jaunības brūtgāna dēļ.

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.

Ēdamais upuris un dzeramais upuris ir atrauts no Tā Kunga nama; priesteri, Tā Kunga sulaiņi, bēdājās.

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.

Tīrums ir postīts, zeme noskumusi, jo labība ir postīta, vīns sakaltis un eļļa iet bojā.

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.

Arāji paliek kaunā, vīna dārznieki kauc par kviešiem un miežiem, jo tīruma pļaušana ir pagalam.

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.

Vīna koks ir sakaltis un vīģes koks iet bojā, granātābele un palmu koks un ābele, visi koki laukā ir nokaltuši, un līksmība ir nonīkusi pie cilvēku bērniem.

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.

Apjožaties un žēlojaties, priesteri, kauciet, altāra sulaiņi, ejat, paliekat maisos cauru nakti, mana Dieva sulaiņi, jo ēdamais upuris un dzeramais upuris ir atrauts no mana Dieva nama.

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.

Svētījat gavēni, izsauciet sapulces dienu, sapulcinājiet vecajus, visus zemes iedzīvotājus uz Tā Kunga, sava Dieva, namu un piesauciet To Kungu.

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

Ak vai, par to dienu! Jo Tā Kunga diena ir tuvu un nāks kā posts no tā Visuvarenā.

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

Vai barība priekš mūsu acīm nav atrauta, prieks un līksmība no mūsu Dieva nama?

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.

Graudi apakš zemes satrūdējuši, mantu nami ir tukši, šķūņi sagruvuši, jo labība nokaltusi.

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.

Ak, kā vaid lopi! Vēršu ganāmie pulki apstulbuši, jo tiem nav ganības, un avju pulki iet bojā.

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.

Tevi, ak Kungs, es piesaucu, jo uguns ir aprijis tuksneša ganības, un liesma ir iededzinājusi visus kokus laukā.

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.

Pat zvēri laukā Tevi piesauc, jo ūdensupes izsīkušas, un uguns ir aprijis tuksneša ganības.