¹Slovo Hospodinovo, ktoré sa stalo k Joelovi, synovi Petuelovmu.

¹A word of Jehovah that hath been unto Joel, son of Pethuel:

²Počujte to, starci, a pozorujte ušami, všetci obyvatelia zeme! Či sa to stalo za vašich dní a či za dní vašich otcov?

²Hear this, ye aged ones, And give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land, Hath this been in your days? Or in the days of your fathers?

³Rozprávajte o tom svojim synom, a vaši synovia nech rozprávajú svojim synom a ich synovia pokoleniu, ktoré prijde potom.

³Concerning it to your sons talk ye, And your sons to their sons, And their sons to another generation.

⁴To, čo zostalo po húseniciach, požraly kobylky; to, čo zostalo po kobylkách, požrali pažraví chrobáci, a to, čo zostalo po chrobákoch, požrali chrústi.

⁴What is left of the palmer-worm, eaten hath the locust, And what is left of the locust, Eaten hath the cankerworm, And what is left of the cankerworm, Eaten hath the caterpillar.

⁵Prebuďte sa, opilci, a plačte, a kvíľte všetci, ktorí pijete víno, nad novým vínom sladkým, pretože bude vyťaté z vašich úst.

⁵Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, And howl all drinking wine, because of the juice, For it hath been cut off from your mouth.

⁶Lebo prišiel národ hore na moju zem, mocný, a niet mu počtu; jeho zuby sú zubami ľva, a má črenové zuby ľvice.

⁶For a nation hath come up on my land, Strong, and there is no number, Its teeth [are] the teeth of a lion, And it hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness.

⁷Obráti môj vinič na pustinu a môj fík na rázgy, olúpe ho docela a odhodí; jeho letorasty obelejú.

⁷It hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.

⁸Kvíľ ako panna, opásaná smútočným vrecom, nad mužom svojej mladosti!

⁸Wail, as a virgin girdeth with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.

⁹Vyťatý bude obetný dar obilný i liata obeť z domu Hospodinovho; kňazi budú smútiť, svätoslužobníci Hospodinovi.

⁹Cut off hath been present and libation from the house of Jehovah, Mourned have the priests, ministrants of Jehovah.

¹⁰Spustošené bude pole, smútiť bude zem, pretože spustošené bude obilie, vyschne vínna šťava, uvädne olej.

¹⁰Spoiled is the field, mourned hath the ground, For spoiled is the corn, Dried up hath been new wine, languish doth oil.

¹¹Oráči sa budú stydieť, vinári budú kvíliť, pre pšenicu a pre jačmeň, lebo zhynie žatva poľa.

¹¹Be ashamed, ye husbandmen, Howl, vine-dressers, for wheat and for barley, For perished hath the harvest of the field.

¹²Vinič uschne, a fík uvädne, granát i palma i jabloň; všetky stromy poľa poschnú, lebo radosť sa bude stydieť a utečie od synov človeka.

¹²The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy from the sons of men.

¹³Prepášte sa a nariekajte, kňazi! Kvíľte, svätoslužobníci oltára! Vojdite, nocujte v smútočnom vreci, svätoslužobníci môjho Boha! Pretože bude odňatý obetný dar obilný i liata obeť z domu vášho Boha.

¹³Gird, and lament, ye priests, Howl, ye ministrants of the altar, Come in, lodge in sackcloth, ministrants of my God, For withheld from the house of your God hath been present and libation.

¹⁴Zasväťte pôst, svolajte shromaždenie, shromaždite starších, všetkých obyvateľov zeme do domu Hospodina, svojho Boha, a kričte k Hospodinovi.

¹⁴Sanctify a fast, proclaim a restraint, Gather the elders — all the inhabitants of the land, [Into] the house of Jehovah your God,

¹⁵Beda toho dňa! Lebo je blízko deň Hospodinov a prijde od Všemohúceho jako lúpež.

¹⁵And cry unto Jehovah, `Alas for the day! For near [is] a day of Jehovah, And as destruction from the mighty it cometh.

¹⁶Či nebude vyťatý pokrm pred našimi očami, z domu nášho Boha radosť a plesanie?

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

¹⁷Splesneje zrno pod svojimi hrudami, spustnú zásobárne, zborené budú obilnice, pretože zahanbí obilie.

¹⁷Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.

¹⁸Oj, ako bude stonať dobytok, ako budú zmätené stáda hoviad, lebo nebude pre ne paše, i stáda drobného dobytka budú pykať.

¹⁸How have cattle sighed! Perplexed have been droves of oxen, For there is no pasture for them, Also droves of sheep have been desolated.

¹⁹K tebe, ó, Hospodine, volám, lebo oheň žerie pasienky pustiny, a plameň páli všetky stromy poľa.

¹⁹Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I do call, For fire hath consumed comely places of a wilderness, And a flame hath set on fire all trees of the field.

²⁰Ešte i tá poľná zver práhnuc reve k tebe, pretože vyschly potoky vôd, a oheň strávil pasienky pustiny.

²⁰Also the cattle of the field long for Thee, For dried up have been streams of water, And fire hath consumed comely places of a wilderness!`