Joel 1

1 The word of the LORD that came to Joel the son of Pethuel.

HERRENS Ord, som kom til Joel, Petuels Søn.

2 Hear this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land. Hath this been in your days, or in the days of your fathers?

Hør dette, I Ældste, laan Øre, alle, som bor i Landet! Er sligt mon sket i eders eller eders Fædres Dage?

3 Tell ye your children of it, and [let] your children [tell] their children, and their children another generation.

I skal fortælle det til eders Børn, og de igen til deres, og deres til næste Slægt.

4 That which the palmerworm hath left hath the locust eaten; and that which the locust hath left hath the cankerworm eaten; and that which the cankerworm hath left hath the caterpiller eaten.

Græshoppen aad, hvad Gnaveren levned, Springeren aad, hvad Græshoppen levned, Æderen aad, hvad Springeren levned.

5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.

Vaagn op, I drukne, og græd; enhver, som drikker Vin, skal jamre over Most, der gik tabt for eders Mund.

6 For a nation is come up upon my land, strong, and without number; his teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he hath the jaw teeth of a great lion.

Thi et Folk drog op mod mit Land, vældigt og uden Tal; dets Tænder er Løvetænder, det har Kindtænder som en Løvinde.

7 He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.

Det lagde min Vinstok øde, knækked mit Figentræ, afbarked og hærgede det; dets Grene stritter hvide.

8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

Klag som sørgeklædt Jomfru over sin Ungdoms Brudgom!

9 The meal offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD’S ministers, mourn.

Afgrødeoffer og Drikoffer gik tabt for HERRENS Hus; Præsterne, HERRENS Tjenere sørger.

10 The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the corn is wasted, the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.

Marken er ødelagt, Jorden sørger; thi Kornet er ødelagt, Mosten slog fejl og Olien hentørres.

11 Be ashamed, O ye husbandmen, howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field is perished.

Bønder skuffes og Vingaardsmænd jamrer baade over Hveden og Byggen; thi Markens Høst gik tabt;

12 The vine is withered, and the fig tree languisheth; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, even all the trees of the field are withered: for joy is withered away from the sons of men.

fejl slog Vinstokken, Figentræet tørres; Granatæble-, Palme— og Æbletræ, hvert Markens Træ tørres hen. Ja, med Skam veg Glæde fra Menneskens Børn.

13 Gird yourselves [with sackcloth], and lament, ye priests; howl, ye ministers of the altar; come, lie all night in sackcloth, ye ministers of my God: for the meal offering and the drink offering is withholden from the house of your God.

Sørg, I Præster, i Sæk, I Alterets Tjenere, jamrer! Gaa ind og bær Sæk i Nat, I, som tjener min Gud! Thi Afgrødeoffer og Drikoffer unddrages eders Guds Hus.

14 Sanctify a fast, call a solemn assembly, gather the old men [and] all the inhabitants of the land unto the house of the LORD your God, and cry unto the LORD.

Helliger en Faste, udraab festlig Samling, I Ældste, kald alle, som bor i Landet, sammen til HERREN eders Guds Hus og raab saa til HERREN!

15 Alas for the day! for the day of the LORD is at hand, and as destruction from the Almighty shall it come,

Ak, hvilken Dag! Thi nær er HERRENS Dag, den kommer som Vold fra den Vældige.

16 Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, [yea], joy and gladness from the house of our God?

Saa vi ej Føden gaa tabt, vor Guds Hus tømt for Glæde og Jubel?

17 The seeds rot under their clods; the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.

Sæden skrumper ind i den klumpede Jord; Lader er nedbrudt, Forraadshuse jævnet, thi Kornet er vissent.

18 How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.

Hvor Kvæget dog stønner! Oksernes Hjorde er skræmte, fordi de ikke har Græs; selv Smaakvægets Hjorde lider.

19 O LORD, to thee do I cry: for the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame hath burned all the trees of the field.

Jeg raaber til dig, o HERRE; thi Ild har fortæret Ørkenens Græsning, og Luen afsved hvert Markens Træ;

20 Yea, the beasts of the field pant unto thee: for the water brooks are dried up, and the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.

til dig skriger selv Markens Dyr, thi Bækkenes Lejer er tørre, og Ild har fortæret Ørkenens Græsning.