Joel 1
1 Yahweh’s word that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
| قَوْلُ ٱلرَّبِّ ٱلَّذِي صَارَ إِلَى يُوئِيلَ بْنِ فَثُوئِيلَ: | ١ |
2 Hear this, you elders, and listen, all you inhabitants of the land! Has this ever happened in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
| اِسْمَعُوا هَذَا أَيُّهَا ٱلشُّيُوخُ، وَأَصْغُوا يَا جَمِيعَ سُكَّانِ ٱلْأَرْضِ! هَلْ حَدَثَ هَذَا فِي أَيَّامِكُمْ، أَوْ فِي أَيَّامِ آبَائِكُمْ؟ | ٢ |
3 Tell your children about it, and have your children tell their children, and their children, another generation.
| أَخْبِرُوا بَنِيكُمْ عَنْهُ، وَبَنُوكُمْ بَنِيهِمْ، وَبَنُوهُمْ دَوْرًا آخَرَ. | ٣ |
4 What the swarming locust has left, the great locust has eaten. What the great locust has left, the grasshopper has eaten. What the grasshopper has left, the caterpillar has eaten.
| فَضْلَةُ ٱلْقَمَصِ أَكَلَهَا ٱلزَّحَّافُ، وَفَضْلَةُ ٱلزَّحَّافِ أَكَلَهَا ٱلْغَوْغَاءُ، وَفَضْلَةُ ٱلْغَوْغَاءِ أَكَلَهَا ٱلطَّيَّارُ. | ٤ |
5 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine, for it is cut off from your mouth.
| اِصْحُوا أَيُّهَا ٱلسَّكَارَى، وَٱبْكُوا وَوَلْوِلُوا يَا جَمِيعَ شَارِبِي ٱلْخَمْرِ عَلَى ٱلْعَصِيرِ لِأَنَّهُ ٱنْقَطَعَ عَنْ أَفْوَاهِكُمْ. | ٥ |
6 For a nation has come up on my land, strong, and without number. His teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the fangs of a lioness.
| إِذْ قَدْ صَعِدَتْ عَلَى أَرْضِي أُمَّةٌ قَوِيَّةٌ بِلَا عَدَدٍ، أَسْنَانُهَا أَسْنَانُ ٱلْأَسَدِ، وَلَهَا أَضْرَاسُ ٱللَّبْوَةِ. | ٦ |
7 He has laid my vine waste, and stripped my fig tree. He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away. Its branches are made white.
| جَعَلَتْ كَرْمَتِي خَرِبَةً وَتِينَتِي مُتَهَشَّمَةً. قَدْ قَشَرَتْهَا وَطَرَحَتْهَا فَٱبْيَضَّتْ قُضْبَانُهَا. | ٧ |
8 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
| نُوحِي يَا أَرْضِي كَعَرُوسٍ مُؤْتَزِرَةٍ بِمَسْحٍ مِنْ أَجْلِ بَعْلِ صِبَاهَا. | ٨ |
9 The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from Yahweh’s house. The priests, Yahweh’s ministers, mourn.
| ٱنْقَطَعَتِ ٱلتَّقْدِمَةُ وَٱلسَّكِيبُ عَنْ بَيْتِ ٱلرَّبِّ. نَاحَتِ ٱلْكَهَنَةُ خُدَّامُ ٱلرَّبِّ. | ٩ |
10 The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
| تَلِفَ ٱلْحَقْلُ، نَاحَتِ ٱلْأَرْضُ لِأَنَّهُ قَدْ تَلِفَ ٱلْقَمْحُ، جَفَّ ٱلْمِسْطَارُ، ذَبُلَ ٱلزَّيْتُ. | ١٠ |
11 Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
| خَجِلَ ٱلْفَلَّاحُونَ، وَلْوَلَ ٱلْكَرَّامُونَ عَلَى ٱلْحِنْطَةِ وَعَلَى ٱلشَّعِيرِ، لِأَنَّهُ قَدْ تَلِفَ حَصِيدُ ٱلْحَقْلِ. | ١١ |
12 The vine has dried up, and the fig tree withered— the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all of the trees of the field are withered; for joy has withered away from the sons of men.
| اَلْجَفْنَةُ يَبِسَتْ، وَٱلتِّينَةُ ذَبُلَتْ. اَلرُّمَّانَةُ وَٱلنَّخْلَةُ وَٱلتُّفَّاحَةُ، كُلُّ أَشْجَارِ ٱلْحَقْلِ يَبِسَتْ. إِنَّهُ قَدْ يَبِسَتِ ٱلْبَهْجَةُ مِنْ بَنِي ٱلْبَشَرِ. | ١٢ |
13 Put on sackcloth and mourn, you priests! Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from your God’s house.
| تَنَطَّقُوا وَنُوحُوا أَيُّهَا ٱلْكَهَنَةُ. وَلْوِلُوا يَا خُدَّامَ ٱلْمَذْبَحِ. ٱدْخُلُوا بِيتُوا بِٱلْمُسُوحِ يَا خُدَّامَ إِلَهِي، لِأَنَّهُ قَدِ ٱمْتَنَعَ عَنْ بَيْتِ إِلَهِكُمُ ٱلتَّقْدِمَةُ وَٱلسَّكِيبُ. | ١٣ |
14 Sanctify a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land to the house of Yahweh, your God, and cry to Yahweh.
| قَدِّسُوا صَوْمًا. نَادُوا بِٱعْتِكَافٍ. ٱجْمَعُوا ٱلشُّيُوخَ، جَمِيعَ سُكَّانِ ٱلْأَرْضِ إِلَى بَيْتِ ٱلرَّبِّ إِلَهِكُمْ وَٱصْرُخُوا إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ. | ١٤ |
15 Alas for the day! For the day of Yahweh is at hand, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
| آهِ عَلَى ٱلْيَوْمِ! لِأَنَّ يَوْمَ ٱلرَّبِّ قَرِيبٌ. يَأْتِي كَخَرَابٍ مِنَ ٱلْقَادِرِ عَلَى كُلِّ شَيْءٍ. | ١٥ |
16 Isn’t the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
| أَمَا ٱنْقَطَعَ ٱلطَّعَامُ تُجَاهَ عُيُونِنَا؟ ٱلْفَرَحُ وَٱلِٱبْتِهَاجُ عَنْ بَيْتِ إِلَهِنَا؟ | ١٦ |
17 The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.
| عَفَّنَتِ ٱلْحُبُوبُ تَحْتَ مَدَرِهَا. خَلَتِ ٱلْأَهْرَاءُ. ٱنْهَدَمَتِ ٱلْمَخَازِنُ لِأَنَّهُ قَدْ يَبِسَ ٱلْقَمْحُ. | ١٧ |
18 How the animals groan! The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
| كَمْ تَئِنُّ ٱلْبَهَائِمُ! هَامَتْ قُطْعَانُ ٱلْبَقَرِ لِأَنْ لَيْسَ لَهَا مَرْعًى. حَتَّى قُطْعَانُ ٱلْغَنَمِ تَفْنَى. | ١٨ |
19 Yahweh, I cry to you, for the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the field.
| إِلَيْكَ يَارَبُّ أَصْرُخُ، لِأَنَّ نَارًا قَدْ أَكَلَتْ مَرَاعِيَ ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ، وَلَهِيبًا أَحْرَقَ جَمِيعَ أَشْجَارِ ٱلْحَقْلِ. | ١٩ |
20 Yes, the animals of the field pant to you, for the water brooks have dried up, and the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.
| حَتَّى بَهَائِمُ ٱلصَّحْرَاءِ تَنْظُرُ إِلَيْكَ، لِأَنَّ جَدَاوِلَ ٱلْمِيَاهِ قَدْ جَفَّتْ، وَٱلنَّارَ أَكَلَتْ مَرَاعِيَ ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ. | ٢٠ |
