Jowèl 1
1 Men mesaj Seyè a te bay Joèl, pitit gason Petwèl la.
The word of the Lord which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
2 Nou menm vye granmoun yo, koute byen! Nou menm ki rete nan peyi Jida a, louvri zòrèy nou! Eske nan tan pa nou, osinon nan tan zansèt nou yo bagay konsa te janm rive?
Give ear to this, you old men, and take note, you people of the land. Has this ever been in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
3 N'a rakonte pitit nou yo sa. Yo menm, y'a rakonte pitit pa yo sa. Lèfini, pitit yo menm va rakonte l' bay moun k'ap vin apre yo.
Give the story of it to your children, and let them give it to their children, and their children to another generation.
4 Sa jenn ti krikèt yo kite, gwo krikèt devore sa. Sa gwo krikèt yo kite, ti chini devore sa. Sa ti chini yo kite, gwo chini devore sa.
What the worm did not make a meal of, has been taken by the locust; and what the locust did not take, has been food for the plant-worm; and what the plant-worm did not take, has been food for the field-fly.
5 Leve non, bann gwògè! Kriye non! Nou menm ki renmen bweson, pete rele! Paske pa gen rezen pou fè diven nivo pou nou ankò.
Come out of your sleep, you who are overcome with wine, and give yourselves to weeping; give cries of sorrow, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it has been cut off from your mouths.
6 Yon lame krikèt atake peyi nou an. Yo gwonèg, moun pa ka konte yo. Dan yo tankou dan lyon, kwòk dan yo tankou dan femèl lyon.
For a nation has come up over my land, strong and without number; his teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the back teeth of a great lion.
7 Yo fini ak jaden rezen nou yo. Yo manje tout pye fig frans nou yo. Yo wete tout kòs pye fig frans yo voye jete atè. Branch pye rezen yo rete kanpe tou blan.
By him my vine is made waste and my fig-tree broken: he has taken all its fruit and sent it down to the earth; its branches are made white.
8 Nou menm pèp la, nou mèt plenn, tankou yon jenn fi, rad sak li sou li, k'ap plenn lanmò fiyanse l'.
Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
9 Pa gen grenn jaden, ni diven pou fè ofrann nan tanp Seyè a. Prèt yo, sèvitè Seyè a, nan lapenn.
The meal offering and the drink offering have been cut off from the house of the Lord; the priests, the Lord's servants, are sorrowing.
10 Tout jaden yo blanch. Tè a nan lapenn. Tout pye ble yo fin mouri. Pye rezen yo cheche. Pye oliv yo rabougri.
The fields are wasted, the land has become dry; for the grain is wasted, the new wine is kept back, the oil is poor.
11 Kiltivatè yo pa konn sa pou yo fè. Moun k'ap okipe jaden rezen yo ap plenn paske pa gen ble, pa gen lòj. Tout rekòt yo pèdi nèt.
The farmers are shamed, the workers in the vine-gardens give cries of grief, for the wheat and the barley; for the produce of the fields has come to destruction.
12 Pye rezen yo ap cheche, pye fig frans yo ap mouri. Pye grenad, pye palmis, pye ponm, tout pye fwi nan jaden fin fennen. Pa gen moun ki gen kè kontan ankò.
The vine has become dry and the fig-tree is feeble; the pomegranate and the palm-tree and the apple-tree, even all the trees of the field, are dry: because joy has gone from the sons of men.
13 Nou menm prèt yo, mete rad sak sou nou! Pete rele! Nou menm k'ap sèvi devan lotèl la, mare ren nou. Ale nan tanp lan, pase nwit lan ak rad sak sou nou. Nou menm k'ap fè sèvis pou Bondye m' lan, nou nan lapenn. Pa gen grenn jaden, pa gen diven pou fè ofrann nan kay Bondye nou an.
Put haircloth round you and give yourselves to sorrow, you priests; give cries of grief, you servants of the altar: come in, and, clothed in haircloth, let the night go past, you servants of my God: for the meal offering and the drink offering have been kept back from the house of your God.
14 Bay lòd pou yo fè jèn! Rele tout moun vini! Sanble tout chèf yo ansanm ak tout moun ki rete nan peyi a, nan kay Seyè a, Bondye nou an. Rele nan pye Seyè a.
Let a time be fixed for going without food, have a holy meeting, let the old men, even all the people of the land, come together to the house of the Lord your God, crying out to the Lord.
15 Ala yon gwo jou papa! Jou Seyè a pa lwen rive. Se jou Bondye ki gen tout pouvwa a ap vini kraze brize. Jou sa a ap bay gwo lapenn.
Sorrow for the day! for the day of the Lord is near, and as destruction from the Ruler of all it will come.
16 N'ap gade konsa, rekòt nou yo ap disparèt devan je nou san nou pa ka fè anyen! Pa gen kè kontan, pa gen fèt nan kay Bondye nou an!
Is not food cut off before our eyes? joy and delight from the house of our God?
17 Grenn yo plante yo rete anba tè. Kay depo yo fin kraze. Galata yo vid. Pa gen rekòt pou mete ladan yo.
The grains have become small and dry under the spade; the store-houses are made waste, the grain-stores are broken down; for the grain is dry and dead.
18 Zannimo yo ap plenn, bann bèf yo pa konn kote pou yo ale. Yo pa jwenn anyen pou yo manje nan savann. Ata mouton yo ap soufri grangou.
What sounds of pain come from the beasts! the herds of cattle are at a loss because there is no grass for them; even the flocks of sheep are no longer to be seen.
19 Seyè, m'ap rele nan pye ou! paske chechrès la fini ak jaden zèb yo. Ou ta di se dife ki boule tout pyebwa yo!
O Lord, my cry goes up to you: for fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste, and all the trees of the field are burned with its flame.
20 Ata zannimo nan savann yo ap rele nan pye ou, paske tout larivyè yo chèch nèt. Dife boule tout zèb nan savann yo.
The beasts of the field are turning to you with desire: for the water-streams are dry and fire has put an end to the grass-lands of the waste.
