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Joel
New American Standard Bible → Елизаветинская Библия

The word of the LORD that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel:

Сло́во гд҇не, и҆́же бы́сть ко ї҆ѡи́лю сы́нѹ ваѳѹи́левѹ.

Hear this, O elders, And listen, all inhabitants of the land. Has anything like this happened in your days Or in your fathers’ days?

Слы́шите сїѧ҄, ста́рцы, и҆ внѹши́те, всѝ живѹ́щїи на землѝ: а҆́ще бы́ша сицева҄ѧ во дне́хъ ва́шихъ и҆лѝ во дне́хъ ѻ҆тє́цъ ва́шихъ;

Tell your sons about it, And let your sons tell their sons, And their sons the next generation.

Ѡ҆ си́хъ ча́дѡмъ свои҄мъ повѣ́дите, а҆ ча҄да ва҄ша ча́дѡмъ свои҄мъ, а҆ ча҄да и҆́хъ ро́дѹ дрѹго́мѹ:

What the gnawing locust has left, the swarming locust has eaten; And what the swarming locust has left, the creeping locust has eaten; And what the creeping locust has left, the stripping locust has eaten.

ѡ҆ста́нокъ гѹ́сеницъ поѧдо́ша прѹ́зи, и҆ ѡ҆ста́нокъ прѹ́гѡвъ поѧдо́ша мши҄цы, и҆ ѡ҆ста́нокъ мши́цъ поѧдо́ша си́плеве.

Awake, drunkards, and weep; And wail, all you wine drinkers, On account of the sweet wine That is cut off from your mouth.

Ѹ҆трезви́тесѧ, пїѧ́нїи, ѿ вїна̀ своегѡ̀ и҆ пла́читесѧ: рыда́йте, всѝ пїю́щїи вїно̀ до пїѧ́нства, ѩ҆́кѡ ѿѧ́сѧ ѿ ѹ҆́стъ ва́шихъ весе́лїе и҆ ра́дость.

For a nation has invaded my land, Mighty and without number; Its teeth are the teeth of a lion, And it has the fangs of a lioness.

Поне́же ѩ҆зы́къ взы́де на зе́млю мою̀ крѣ́покъ и҆ безчи́сленъ: зѹ́бы є҆гѡ̀ (ѩ҆́коже) зѹ́бы львѡ́вы, и҆ членѡ́вныѧ є҆гѡ̀ ѩ҆́коже льви́чища:

It has made my vine a waste And my fig tree splinters. It has stripped them bare and cast them away; Their branches have become white.

положѝ вїногра́дъ мо́й въ погѹбле́нїе и҆ смѡ́квы моѧ҄ въ сломле́нїе: взыскѹ́ѧ ѡ҆б̾иска̀ и҆̀ и҆ све́рже, ѡ҆бѣлѝ ло́зїе є҆гѡ̀.

Wail like a virgin girded with sackcloth For the bridegroom of her youth.

Воспла́чисѧ ко мнѣ̀ па́че невѣ́сты препоѧ́саныѧ во вре́тище по мѹ́жи свое́мъ дѣ́вственнѣмъ.

The grain offering and the drink offering are cut off From the house of the LORD. The priests mourn, The ministers of the LORD.

И҆зве́ржесѧ же́ртва и҆ возлїѧ́нїе и҆з̾ до́мѹ гд҇нѧ: пла́читесѧ, жерцы̀, слѹжа́щїи же́ртвенникѹ гд҇ню,

The field is ruined, The land mourns; For the grain is ruined, The new wine dries up, Fresh oil fails.

ѩ҆́кѡ ѡ҆пѹстѣ́ша полѧ̀. пла́чисѧ, землѐ, ѩ҆́кѡ пострада̀ пшени́ца, и҆ и҆́зсше вїно̀, ѹ҆ма́лисѧ є҆ле́й,

Be ashamed, O farmers, Wail, O vinedressers, For the wheat and the barley; Because the harvest of the field is destroyed.

посрами́шасѧ земледѣ́лателє. пла́читесѧ, се́ла, по пшени́цѣ и҆ по ѩ҆чме́ни, ѩ҆́кѡ поги́бе ѡ҆б̾има́нїе ѿ ни́вы,

The vine dries up And the fig tree fails; The pomegranate, the palm also, and the apple tree, All the trees of the field dry up. Indeed, rejoicing dries up From the sons of men.

вїногра́дъ и҆́зсше, и҆ смѡ́квы ѹ҆ма́лишасѧ: ши́пки, и҆ фі́нїѯъ, и҆ ѩ҆́блонь, и҆ всѧ҄ древа̀ пѡльска́ѧ и҆зсхо́ша, ѩ҆́кѡ посрами́ша ра́дость сы́нове челѡвѣ́чи.

Gird yourselves with sackcloth And lament, O priests; Wail, O ministers of the altar! Come, spend the night in sackcloth O ministers of my God, For the grain offering and the drink offering Are withheld from the house of your God.

Препоѧ́шитесѧ и҆ бі́йтесѧ, жерцы̀, пла́читесѧ, слѹжа́щїи же́ртвенникѹ: вни́дите, поспи́те во вре́тищихъ, слѹжа́щїи бг҃ѹ, ѩ҆́кѡ ѿѧ́сѧ ѿ до́мѹ бг҃а ва́шегѡ же́ртва и҆ возлїѧ́нїе:

Consecrate a fast, Proclaim a solemn assembly; Gather the elders And all the inhabitants of the land To the house of the LORD your God, And cry out to the LORD.

ѡ҆свѧти́те по́стъ, проповѣ́дите цѣльбѹ̀, собери́те старѣ҄йшины всѧ҄ живѹ́щыѧ на землѝ въ до́мъ бг҃а ва́шегѡ и҆ воззови́те ко гд҇ѹ ѹ҆се́рднѡ:

Alas for the day! For the day of the LORD is near, And it will come as destruction from the Almighty.

ѹ҆вы̀ мнѣ̀, ѹ҆вы̀ мнѣ̀, ѹ҆вы̀ мнѣ̀ въ де́нь! ѩ҆́кѡ бли́з̾ є҆́сть де́нь гд҇ень, и҆ ѩ҆́кѡ бѣда̀ ѿ бѣды̀ прїи́детъ:

Has not food been cut off before our eyes, Gladness and joy from the house of our God?

ѩ҆́кѡ пред̾ ѻ҆чи́ма ва́шима пи́щы взѧ́шасѧ и҆ ѿ до́мѹ бг҃а ва́шегѡ весе́лїе и҆ ра́дость.

The seeds shrivel under their clods; The storehouses are desolate, The barns are torn down, For the grain is dried up.

Вскочи́ша ю҆́ницы ѹ҆ ѩ҆́слей свои́хъ, погибо́ша сокрѡ́вища, раскопа́шасѧ точи҄ла, ѩ҆́кѡ посшѐ пшени́ца.

How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle wander aimlessly Because there is no pasture for them; Even the flocks of sheep suffer.

Что̀ положи́мъ себѣ̀; воспла́кашасѧ стада̀ волѡ́въ, ѩ҆́кѡ не бѣ̀ па́жити и҆̀мъ, и҆ па҄ствы ѻ҆́вчыѧ погибо́ша.

To You, O LORD, I cry; For fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness And the flame has burned up all the trees of the field.

Къ тебѣ̀, гд҇и, возопїю̀, ѩ҆́кѡ ѻ҆́гнь потребѝ кра҄снаѧ пѹсты́ни, и҆ пла́мень пожжѐ всѧ҄ древа̀ пѡльска́ѧ,

Even the beasts of the field pant for You; For the water brooks are dried up And fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.

и҆ ско́ти польсті́и воззрѣ́ша къ тебѣ̀, ѩ҆́кѡ посхо́ша и҆сто́чницы водні́и, и҆ ѻ҆́гнь поѧдѐ кра҄снаѧ пѹсты́ни.

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