Joel 1
1 The LORD’s word that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
Слово Господне, иже бысть ко Иоилю сыну Вафуилеву.
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?
Слышите сия, старцы, и внушите, вси живущии на земли: аще быша сицевая во днех ваших или во днех отец ваших?
3 Tell your children about it, and have your children tell their children, and their children, another generation.
О сих чадом своим поведите, а чада ваша чадом своим, а чада их роду другому:
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.
останок гусениц поядоша прузи, и останок пругов поядоша мшицы, и останок мшиц поядоша сиплеве.
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.
Утрезвитеся, пиянии, от вина своего и плачитеся: рыдайте, вси пиющии вино до пиянства, яко отяся от уст ваших веселие и радость.
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.
Понеже язык взыде на землю Мою крепок и безчислен: зубы его (якоже) зубы львовы, и членовныя его якоже львичища:
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.
положи виноград Мой в погубление и смоквы Моя в сломление: взыскуя обыска и и сверже, обели лозие его.
8 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth!
Восплачися ко мне паче невесты препоясаныя во вретище по мужи своем девственнем.
9 The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from the LORD’s house. The priests, the LORD’s ministers, mourn.
Извержеся жертва и возлияние из дому Господня: плачитеся, жерцы, служащии жертвеннику Господню,
10 The field is laid waste. The land mourns, for the grain is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
яко опустеша поля. Плачися, земле, яко пострада пшеница, и изсше вино, умалися елей,
11 Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.
посрамишася земледелателе. Плачитеся, села, по пшенице и по ячмени, яко погибе обымание от нивы,
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.
виноград изсше, и смоквы умалишася: шипки, и финикс, и яблонь, и вся древа польская изсхоша, яко посрамиша радость сынове человечи.
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.
Препояшитеся и бийтеся, жерцы, плачитеся, служащии жертвеннику: внидите, поспите во вретищих, служащии Богу, яко отяся от дому Бога вашего жертва и возлияние:
14 Sanctify a fast. Call a solemn assembly. Gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land to the house of the LORD, your God, and cry to the LORD.
освятите пост, проповедите цельбу, соберите старейшины вся живущия на земли в дом Бога вашего и воззовите ко Господу усердно:
15 Alas for the day! For the day of the LORD is at hand, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.
увы мне, увы мне, увы мне в день! Яко близ есть день Господень, и яко беда от беды приидет:
16 Isn’t the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
яко пред очима вашима пищи взяшася и от дому Бога вашего веселие и радость.
17 The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.
Вскочиша юницы у яслей своих, погибоша сокровища, раскопашася точила, яко посше пшеница.
18 How the animals groan! The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.
Что положим себе? Восплакашася стада волов, яко не бе пажити им, и паствы овчия погибоша.
19 LORD, I cry to you, for the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burnt all the trees of the field.
К Тебе, Господи, возопию, яко огнь потреби красная пустыни, и пламень пожже вся древа польская,
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.
и скоти польстии воззреша к Тебе, яко посхоша источницы воднии, и огнь пояде красная пустыни.
