Joel 1
1 The Lord’s message that came to Joel, son of Pethuel.
Pakaiyin hiche thuhi Pethuel chapa Joel henga anasei ahi.
2 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?
Hiche thuhi ngaijun, nangho mipite chunga lamkaihon ngaijun, gamsung’a cheng jousen, Na thusimuva hitobang hi sohkha mong nam?
3 Recount it to your children; let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the generation that follows.
Hitobang thu hunglhung ding hi nachateu henga seipeh’un, chule nachateuvin jong achateu heng’a aseipeh son dingu ahi. Thusim hi akhang akhanga kiseipeh son peh ding ahi.
4 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.
Khaokhopin anche louhing aneh jouvin, amoh cheng Khaokhopi chom dangin anekit in, abankit in jong khaokho danghon anen akichainan jong khaokhopi chom khat in anekit in ahi.
5 Awake, drunkards, and weep, and wail, all drinkers of wine; the new wine is cut off from your mouth.
Khangun, nangho jukham ho, chuleh kapun, na kamsunguva ju lhumkei akisuh mong jeh'in, judon hat jouse kap sohkeijun.
6 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.
Ka galmite simsen lou gal sat dingin kagam sunga ahung kitollut tan ahi, hattah ahiuvin, atam dan ajat jong simsenlou ahiuvin, aha-ujong ahemdan keipi bahkai ha abangin ahi.
7 It has laid waste my vines, and barked my fig tree; it has peeled and cast it away, bleached are the branches.
Ka lengpi lei le ka theichang phung jouse jong eisuh gampeh tauvin ahi, abahgeijin amalngimun agolhasoh heltan tai.
8 Wail as a bride, clad in sack-cloth, for the husband of her youth.
Avoma kijem nungah jinei joutil kabangin,
9 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.
Pakai Houin sunga lhosoh leh Lengpiga thilto hojong abeisohtan, hijeh chun Pakai Thempu kin bolla pang lhacha ho jong alunghem gamtauvin ahi, chuleh Pakai Thempuho jong akaptauve.
10 The fields are blasted, the land is in mourning, for ruined is the corn, the new wine fails and the oil is dried up.
Loulai jouse jong aki sugamsohin, gamsung jong abeitai, gasoh jouse jong aki sumong sohtan, lengpithei jong aga tapon chuleh olive thao jong akichai gam tai.
11 Be dismayed, farmers; wail, vine-dressers. For the wheat and the barley; for the harvest is lost from the fields.
Vo loulhouho kinepna beijin lunglhauvin, Vo lengpilei lhouho, puldouvun Kapun, ajeh chu loulaija gasoh suhlouchang leh sakol chang abeitah jeh'in,
12 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.
Lengpigui agop tan chuleh theichang phung agop lhatan, kolbuthei phung, tum phung chuleh theithup phung, chule thingga phung jouse agop lhasoh tan, mijouse kipana jong agop lhasohtan ahi.
13 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.
Nangho thempuho jousen khaodip pon sillin kivonun lang, Pakai kinbol Jousen jan teng maicham phunga hungun, kap’un, ajeh chu na Pathen Hou-in a na lhosoh thilto ding leh lengpitwi thilto ding abeisohtan ahi.
14 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:
An ngolding phongdoh un, Pakai Hou-in sung leh gamsung a mipite lultahin kou khomun, gamsunga lamkaiho jouse koukhomun, chuleh hichea chun kap jahuvin.
15 Alas for the day! Near at hand is the day of the Lord, and as destruction from the Almighty it comes.
Pakai nikho ahung naitai, Pakai hatchungnunga konin manthahna nikho chu ahung lhung’e.
16 Is not food cut off from before us, gladness and joy from the house of our God?
Eima ho mitmu taha inehdiu kisumong hilou hija, I-Pathen’u hou-in a kona kipa leh thanopna jouse beisoh hilou ham?
17 The grains shrivel under their hoes, the storehouses are desolate, the barns broken down, for the corn is withered.
Leinoiya muchi kituho akihul gosoh tan, thil kikholna in jouse jong akeovin aum soh tai.
18 How the herds of cattle bellow in distress, for they have no pasture! The flocks of sheep are forlorn.
Gam laha gamsa jousen jong itobang taha kel athoh’u hitam! In'a kivah gancha ho jong alung dong gam tauve. Anehdiu abeisoh phatin, kelcha leh kelngoite ho jong alungdong gamtauve.
19 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.
Pakai nei kithopiuvin! Gamsunga hamdon jouse jong meiyin akagop sohtan, Thingphung jouse jong meikongin aleogop soh tai.
20 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.
Gamlaha gamsa ho jeng jong na henga apeng tauve, ajeh chu vadung jouse jong akang gamtan, gamlah-a hamdon jouse jong meiyin akagop gam tai.
