1 Oráculo do Senhor dirigido a Joel, filho de Fatuel.

2 Ouvi isto, anciãos, estai atentos, vós todos habitantes da terra! Aconteceu uma coisa semelhante em vossos dias, ou nos dias de vossos pais?

3 Narrai-o a vossos filhos, vossos filhos a seus filhos, e estes à geração seguinte!

4 O que a lagarta deixou, o gafanhoto devorou; o que deixou o gafanhoto, o roedor devorou; e o que ficou do roedor, o devastador comeu.

5 Despertai, ó ébrios, e chorai; bebedores de vinho, lamentai-vos, porque o suco da vinha foi tirado da vossa boca!

6 Minha terra foi invadida por um povo forte e inumerável; seus dentes são dentes de leão, e tem mandíbulas de leoa.

7 Devastou o meu vinhedo, destruiu minha figueira, descascou-a completamente, lançou-a por terra e seus ramos tornaram-se brancos.

8 Clama como uma virgem cingida de saco para chorar o prometido de sua juventude.

9 Já não há oferta nem libação no templo do Senhor. Os sacerdotes, servos do Senhor, estão de luto.

10 Os campos estão devastados, o solo enlutado. O trigo foi destruído, o mosto perdido, o óleo estragado.

11 Os lavradores estão desamparados, os vinhateiros lamentam-se por causa do trigo e da cevada, porque a colheita foi destruída.

12 A vinha secou, a figueira murchou; a romãzeira, a palmeira, a macieira, todas as árvores definham; a alegria, envergonhada, foi para longe dos homens.

13 Revesti-vos de sacos, sacerdotes, e batei no peito! Lamentai-vos, ministros do altar! Vinde, passai a noite vestidos de saco, servos de meu Deus!

14 Publicai o jejum, convocai a assembléia, reuni os anciãos e toda a população no templo do Senhor, vosso Deus,

15 e clamai ao Senhor: Ai, que dia! O dia do Senhor, com efeito, está próximo, e vem como um furacão desencadeado pelo Todo-poderoso.

16 Acaso não foi sob os nossos olhos que desapareceu todo o mantimento e se desvaneceram do templo de nosso Deus a alegria e o regozijo?

17 As sementes secaram sob os torrões, os celeiros estão vazios, os armazéns, arruinados, porque falta o trigo.

18 Como geme o rebanho, e como anda errante o gado por falta de pastagens! Até mesmo os rebanhos de ovelhas padecem.

19 Clamo a vós, Senhor, porque o fogo devorou a erva do deserto, a chama queimou todas as árvores do campo;

20 os próprios animais selvagens suspiram por vós, porque as correntes das águas secaram, e o fogo devorou a erva do deserto.

1 The word of the Lord which came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.

2 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 Give the story of it to your children, and let them give it to their children, and their children to another generation.

4 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 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 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 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 Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.

9 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 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 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 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 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 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 Sorrow for the day! for the day of the Lord is near, and as destruction from the Ruler of all it will come.

16 Is not food cut off before our eyes? joy and delight from the house of our God?

17 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 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 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 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.