Joel 1
1 The word of the Lord that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Gospodova beseda, ki je prišla Joélu, Petuélovemu sinu.
2 Listen to this, elders, and pay close attention, all inhabitants of the land. Did this ever happen in your days or in the days of your fathers?
Poslušajte to, vi starci in pazljivo prisluhnite, vsi vi prebivalci dežele. Ali je bilo to v vaših dneh ali celo v dneh vaših očetov?
3 Talk this over with your sons, and your sons with their sons, and their sons with another generation.
Pripovedujte svojim otrokom o tem in naj vaši otroci pripovedujejo svojim otrokom in njihovi otroci naslednjemu rodu.
4 The locust has eaten what the caterpillar has left, and the beetle has eaten what the locust has left, and the mildew has eaten what the beetle has left.
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.
5 Rouse yourselves, you drunkards, and weep and wail, all you who delight in drinking wine; for it has been cut off from your mouth.
Prebudite se, vi pijanci in jokajte, tulite vsi vi vinski pivci zaradi novega vina, kajti odrezan je od vaših ust.
6 For a nation has ascended over my land: strong and without number. His teeth are like the teeth of a lion, and his molars are like that of a lion’s young.
Kajti narod je prišel nad mojo deželo, močan in brezštevilen, katerih zobje so zobje leva in ima kočnike velikega leva.
7 He has put my vineyard into desolation, and he has pulled off the bark of my fig tree. He has stripped it bare and cast it away; its branches have become white.
Opustošil je mojo trto in olupil moje figovo drevo. Naredil ga je razgaljenega in ga vrgel proč; njegove mladike so pobeljene.
8 Lament like a betrothed virgin, wrapped in sackcloth at the loss of the husband of her youth.
Žalujte kakor devica, opasana z vrečevino za soprogom svoje mladosti.
9 Sacrifice and libation have perished from the house of the Lord; the priests who are ministers of the Lord have mourned.
Jedilna daritev in pitna daritev je odrezana od Gospodove hiše. Duhovniki, Gospodovi služabniki, žalujejo.
10 The region has been depopulated, the soil has mourned. For the wheat has been devastated, the wine has been disfigured, the oil has languished.
Polje je opustošeno, zemlja žaluje, kajti žito je opustošeno. Novo vino je posušeno, olje peša.
11 The farmers have been confounded, the vineyard workers have wailed over the crop and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.
Bodite osramočeni, oh vi poljedelci. Tulite, oh vi obrezovalci trte, zaradi pšenice in zaradi ječmena, ker je žetev polja propadla.
12 The vineyard is in ruin, and the fig tree has languished. The pomegranate tree, and the palm tree, and the fruit tree, and all the trees of the field have withered. For joy has been thrown into disorder before the sons of men.
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.
13 Priests, gird yourselves and lament. Ministers of the altars, wail. Enter, ministers of my God, lie in sackcloth. For sacrifice and libation have passed away from the house of your God.
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.
14 Sanctify a fast, call an assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of your God. And cry out to the Lord:
Posvetite post, skličite slovesen zbor, zberite starešine in vse prebivalce dežele v hišo Gospoda, svojega Boga in kličite h Gospodu:
15 “Ah, ah, ah, the day!” For the day of the Lord is near, and it will arrive, like a devastation, before the powerful.
»Gorje zaradi dneva!« Kajti dan Gospodov je pri roki in to bo prišlo kakor uničenje od Vsemogočnega.
16 Has not your nourishment perished from before your eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Mar ni hrana odrezana izpred naših oči, da, radost in veselje od hiše našega Boga?
17 The mules have rotted in their own manure, the barns have been demolished, the wine cellars have been destroyed, because the grain has been ruined.
Seme je razpadlo pod njihovimi grudami, kašče ležijo zapuščene, skednji so razpadli, kajti žito je ovenelo.
18 Why have the animals groaned, the herds of cattle bellowed? because there is no pasture for them. Yes, and even the flocks of sheep have been lost.
Kako stokajo živali! Živine črede so zmedene, ker nimajo pašnika; da, tropi ovac so zapuščeni.
19 To you, O Lord, I will cry out, because fire has devoured the beauty of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the countryside.
Oh Gospod, k tebi bom klical, kajti ogenj je požrl pašnike divjine in plamen je požgal vsa poljska drevesa.
20 Yes, and even the beasts of the field have gazed up at you, like the dry ground thirsting for rain, because the fountains of waters have dried up, and fire has devoured the beauty of the wilderness.
Tudi poljske živali kličejo k tebi, kajti reke vodá so posušene in ogenj je pogoltnil pašnike divjine.
