Joel 1
1 Herrens ord som kom til Joel Petuelsson.
The word of the Lord which came to Joel the son of Bathuel.
2 Gjev gaum åt dette, de som gamle er. Og lyd på det kvar som bur i landet! Hev sovore hendt i dykkar tid, eller i dykkar fedra-tid?
Hear these [words], ye elders, and hearken all ye that inhabit the land. Have such things happen in your days, or in the days of your fathers?
3 Fortel det til dykkar born, og dykkar born til sine born, og deira born til ei ætt som kjem!
Tell your children concerning them, and [let] your children [tell] their children, and their children another generation.
4 Det som gnagaren leivde, åt grashoppen upp. Det som grashoppen leivde, åt bitaren upp. Det som bitaren leivde, åt etaren upp.
The leavings of the caterpillar has the locust eaten, and the leavings of the locust has the palmerworm eaten, and the leavings of the palmerworm has the cankerworm eaten.
5 Vakna, de drukne, og gråte, jamra, vindrikkarar alle! For druvesafti er rivi dykk frå munn.
Awake, ye drunkards, from your wine, and weep: mourn, all ye that drink wine to drunkenness: for joy and gladness and removed are from your mouth.
6 Eit folk hev fare yver landet mitt, veldugt og utan tal, med tenner som løvetenner, dei jakslar som løvor hev.
For a strong and innumerable nation is come up against my land, their teeth are lion's teeth, and their back teeth those of a [lion's] whelp.
7 Vintrei mine er tynte og fiketre brotne ned, dei hev flekt deim reint og hivt deim, det heng kvite greiner på.
He has ruined my vine, and utterly broken my fig-trees: he has utterly searched [my vine], and cast it down; he has peeled its branches.
8 Klaga som ei møy som syrgjeklædd gjeng yver sin ungdoms brudgom.
Lament to me more than a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9 Grjon- og drykkoffer er kvorvne frå Herrens hus, prestarne syrgjer, Herrens tenarar.
The meat-offering and drink-offering are removed from the house of the Lord: mourn, ye priests that serve at the altar of the Lord.
10 Åkrar er øydde, jordi jamrar. For øydt er kornet, vinsafti magtlaus, oljen er kvorven.
For the plains languish: let the land mourn, for the corn languishes; the wine is dried up, the oil becomes scarce;
11 Bonden er magtstolen, vindyrkar rådlaus for kveite og bygg, grøda på marki er tynt.
the husbandmen are consumed: mourn your property on account of the wheat and barley; for the harvest has perished from off the field.
12 Vintre er mergstolne, fiketre folna. Granattre og palma og apall, alle tre hev turka burt. Ja, fagnaden er stolen frå mannaheim.
The vine is dried up, and the fig-trees are become few; the pomegranate, and palm-tree, and apple, and all trees of the field are dried up: for the sons of men have have abolished joy.
13 Syrgjeklædde klage, de prestar! Jamra dykk, de som tener ved altaret! Gakk inn og vake syrgjeklædde, de min Guds tenarar! For burte frå dykkar Guds hus er grjon- og drykkoffer.
Gird yourselves [with sackcloth], and lament, ye priests: mourn, ye that serve at the altar: go in, sleep in sackcloths, ye that minister to God: for the meat-offering and drink-offering are withheld from the house of your God.
14 Lys ut fasta og heilag samling, få dei gamle i hop, ja alle som bur i landet, til Herren, dykkar Guds hus! Til Herren de ropa må.
Sanctify a fast, proclaim a [solemn] service, gather the elders [and] all the inhabitants of the land into the house of your God, and cry earnestly to the Lord,
15 Å hå for ein dag! Nær er Herrens dag. Som vald ifrå Allvald han kjem.
Alas, Alas, Alas for the day! for the day of the Lord is nigh, and it will come as trouble upon trouble.
16 Strauk ikkje maten burt med me såg på, frå Guds hus gleda og frygd?
[Your] meat has been destroyed before your eyes, joy and gladness from out of the house of your God.
17 Kornet turkar burt under jordskorpa. Tome er buri, lødorne øydest. Ja, kornet turkar burt.
The heifers have started at their mangers, the treasures are abolished, the wine-presses are broken down; for the corn is withered.
18 Kor buskapen rautar! Rådlaus er kvar bøling; for ikkje beite dei finn, sauerne jamvel lyt bøta.
What shall we store up for ourselves? the herds of cattle have mourned, because they had no pasture; and the flocks of sheep have been utterly destroyed.
19 Til deg, Herre, ropar eg. For elden han åt hamni på heidi, og logen leika i ved og i tre.
To thee, O Lord, will I cry: for fire has devoured the fair places of the wilderness, and a flame has burnt up all the trees of the field.
20 Jamvel dyri i marki etter deg mun stynja, for turre er bekkjefari. Og elden han åt hamni på heidi.
And the cattle of the field have looked up to thee: for the fountains of waters have been dried up, and fire has devoured the fair places of the wilderness.
