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