Joel 1

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	Biblija Hrvatski
1 The word of the LORD which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.	1 Riječ Jahvina koja dođe Joelu, sinu Petuelovu.
2 Hear this, you elders! Pay attention, all you who dwell in the land! Has the like of this happened in your days, or in the days of your fathers?	2 Čujte ovo, starci, počujte, svi žitelji zemlje! Je li ovakvo što ikad bilo u vaše dane il’ u dane vaših otaca?
3 Tell it to your children, and your children to their children, and their children to the next generation.	3 Recite ovo svojim sinovima, vaši sinovi svojim sinovima, a njihovi sinovi potonjem koljenu.
4 What the cutter left, the locust swarm has eaten; What the locust swarm left, the grasshopper has eaten; And what the grasshopper left, the devourer has eaten.	4 Što ostavi šaška, proždrije skakavac, što ostavi skakavac, proždrije gusjenica, što ostavi gusjenica, proždrije ljupilac.
5 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you drinkers of wine, Because the juice of the grape will be withheld from your mouths.	5 Probudite se, pijanice, i plačite! Sve vinopije, tužite za novim vinom: iz usta vam je oteto.
6 For a people has invaded my land, mighty and without number; His teeth are the teeth of a lion, and his molars those of a lioness.	6 Jer prekri moju zemlju narod moćan i bezbrojan; zubi su mu kao zubi lavlji, očnjaci mu kao u lavice.
7 He has laid waste my vine, and blighted my fig tree; He has stripped it, sheared off its bark; its branches are made white.	7 Opustoši mi lozu vinovu i polomi smokve moje; oguli ih i razbaca, grane su im pobijeljele.
8 Lament like a virgin girt with sackcloth for the spouse of her youth.	8 Plačite k’o djevica odjevena u kostrijet za zaručnikom svojim.
9 Abolished are offering and libation from the house of the LORD; In mourning are the priests, the ministers of the LORD.	9 Nestade prinosnice i ljevanice iz doma Jahvina. Tuže svećenici, sluge Jahvine.
10 The field is ravaged, the earth mourns, Because the grain is ravaged, the must has failed, the oil languishes.	10 Opustošeno polje, zemlja poharana. Poharano žito, vino propade, presahnu ulje.
11 Be appalled, you husbandmen! wail, you vinedressers! Over the wheat and the barley, because the harvest of the field has perished.	11 Tugujte, težaci, kukajte, vinogradari, za pšenicom i za ječmom, jer propade žetva poljska.
12 The vine has dried up, the fig tree is withered; The pomegranate, the date palm also, and the apple, all the trees of the field are dried up; Yes, joy has withered away from among mankind.	12 Loza usahnu, uvenu smokva, mogranj, palma i jabuka: svako se drvo poljsko sasuši. Da, nestade radosti između sinova ljudskih.
13 Gird yourselves and weep, O priests! wail, O ministers of the altar! Come, spend the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God! The house of your God is deprived of offering and libation.	13 Svećenici, opašite kostrijet i tužite! Službenici žrtvenika, naričite! Dođite, prenoćite u kostrijeti, službenici Boga mojeg! Jer iz doma Boga našeg nesta prinosnice i ljevanice!
14 Proclaim a fast, call an assembly; Gather the elders, all who dwell in the land, Into the house of the LORD, your God, and cry to the LORD!	14 Naredite sveti post, proglasite zbor svečani; starješine, saberite sve stanovnike zemlje u kuću Jahve, Boga svojeg. Zavapijte Jahvi:
15 Alas, the day! for near is the day of the LORD, and it comes as ruin from the Almighty.	15 »Jao dana!« Jer Jahvin dan je blizu i dolazi k’o pohara od Svevišnjeg.
16 From before our very eyes has not the food been cut off; And from the house of our God, joy and gladness?	16 Ne iščeznu li hrana pred našim očima? Nije li nestalo radosti i sreće iz doma Boga našega?
17 The seed lies shriveled under its clods; the stores are destroyed, The barns are broken down, for the grain has failed.	17 Istrunu zrnje pod grudama; puste su žitnice, porušene spreme jer žita nesta.
18 How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are bewildered! Because they have no pasturage, even the flocks of sheep have perished.	18 Kako li stoka uzdiše! Krda goveda podivljala lutaju jer im nema paše. Čak i stada ovaca kaznu podnose.
19 To you, O LORD, I cry! for fire has devoured the pastures of the plain, and flame has enkindled all the trees of the field.	19 Tebi, Jahve, vapijem: oganj popali pašnjake pustinjske, plamen sažga sva stabla poljska.
20 Even the beasts of the field cry out to you; For the streams of water are dried up, and fire has devoured the pastures of the plain.	20 Čak i zvijeri čeznu za tobom, jer presušiše potoci, oganj popali pašnjake pustinjske.