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Joel
New Living Translation → Елизаветинская Библия

The LORD gave this message to Joel son of Pethuel. Mourning over the Locust Plague

Сло́во гд҇не, и҆́же бы́сть ко ї҆ѡи́лю сы́нѹ ваѳѹи́левѹ.

Hear this, you leaders of the people. Listen, all who live in the land. In all your history, has anything like this happened before?

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

Tell your children about it in the years to come, and let your children tell their children. Pass the story down from generation to generation.

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

After the cutting locusts finished eating the crops, the swarming locusts took what was left! After them came the hopping locusts, and then the stripping locusts,a too!

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

Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you wine-drinkers! All the grapes are ruined, and all your sweet wine is gone.

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

A vast army of locustsb has invaded my land, a terrible army too numerous to count. Its teeth are like lions’ teeth, its fangs like those of a lioness.

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

It has destroyed my grapevines and ruined my fig trees, stripping their bark and destroying it, leaving the branches white and bare.

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

Weep like a bride dressed in black, mourning the death of her husband.

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

For there is no grain or wine to offer at the Temple of the LORD. So the priests are in mourning. The ministers of the LORD are weeping.

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

The fields are ruined, the land is stripped bare. The grain is destroyed, the grapes have shriveled, and the olive oil is gone.

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

Despair, all you farmers! Wail, all you vine growers! Weep, because the wheat and barley — all the crops of the field — are ruined.

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

The grapevines have dried up, and the fig trees have withered. The pomegranate trees, palm trees, and apple trees — all the fruit trees — have dried up. And the people’s joy has dried up with them.

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

Dress yourselves in burlap and weep, you priests! Wail, you who serve before the altar! Come, spend the night in burlap, you ministers of my God. For there is no grain or wine to offer at the Temple 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:

Announce a time of fasting; call the people together for a solemn meeting. Bring the leaders and all the people of the land into the Temple of the LORD your God, and cry out to him there.

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

The day of the LORD is near, the day when destruction comes from the Almighty. How terrible that day will be!

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

Our food disappears before our very eyes. No joyful celebrations are held in the house of our God.

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

The seeds die in the parched ground, and the grain crops fail. The barns stand empty, and granaries are abandoned.

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

How the animals moan with hunger! The herds of cattle wander about confused, because they have no pasture. The flocks of sheep and goats bleat in misery.

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

LORD, help us! The fire has consumed the wilderness pastures, and flames have burned up all the trees.

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

Even the wild animals cry out to you because the streams have dried up, and fire has consumed the wilderness pastures.

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

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