< Amos 8 >
1 This is what the Lord GOD showed me: I saw a basket of summer fruit.
Se konsa, Seyè a, Bondye a, fè m' fè yon lòt vizyon. Nan vizyon an, mwen wè yon panyen plen fwi mi.
2 “Amos, what do you see?” He asked. “A basket of summer fruit,” I replied. So the LORD said to me, “The end has come for My people Israel; I will no longer spare them.”
Seyè a mande m': -Kisa ou wè la a, Amòs? Mwen reponn: -Yon panyen fwi mi. Lè sa a, Seyè a di m' konsa: -Izrayèl, pèp mwen an, mi tou. Li rive sou dènye jou l' yo. Mwen p'ap chanje lide pou m' fè pa l' ankò.
3 “In that day,” declares the Lord GOD, “the songs of the temple will turn to wailing. Many will be the corpses, strewn in silence everywhere!”
Jou sa a, se p'ap chante ki va gen nan palè a, se va rèl. Se Seyè a menm ki di sa. Va gen anpil kadav toupatou. Y'a voye yo jete san di krik.
4 Hear this, you who trample the needy, who do away with the poor of the land,
Koute byen sa m'ap di nou la a, nou menm k'ap kraze pòv malere yo anba pye nou, nou menm k'ap fini ak malere yo nan peyi a.
5 asking, “When will the New Moon be over, that we may sell grain? When will the Sabbath end, that we may market wheat? Let us reduce the ephah and increase the shekel; let us cheat with dishonest scales.
N'ap plede di: Kilè fèt lalin nouvèl lan va pase pou nou ka vann diri nou? Kilè jou repo a va pase pou nou ka louvri depo nou yo pou nou vann? Lè sa a, n'a moute pri tout bagay, n'a sèvi ak fo mezi, n'a ranje balans yo pou nou ka twonpe pratik yo.
6 Let us buy the poor with silver and the needy for a pair of sandals, selling even the chaff with the wheat!”
N'a pran moun serye ki pa ka peye dèt yo, n'a achte yo pou sèvi esklav. N'a pran pòv malere ki pa gen senk, n'a achte yo pou pri yon pè sapat. N'a vann ata pay diri a pou gwo lajan.
7 The LORD has sworn by the Pride of Jacob: “I will never forget any of their deeds.
Seyè a fè sèman sou tèt li, li menm ki Bondye pèp Izrayèl la: Mwen p'ap janm bliye yonn nan move zak nou fè yo.
8 Will not the land quake for this, and all its dwellers mourn? All of it will swell like the Nile; it will surge and then subside like the Nile in Egypt.
Se konsa latè pral pran tranble. Tout moun nan peyi a pral pran rele. Tout peyi a pral souke. L'ap moute, l'ap gonfle, apre sa l'ap desann tankou dlo larivyè Nil nan peyi Lejip.
9 And in that day, declares the Lord GOD, I will make the sun go down at noon, and I will darken the earth in the daytime.
Men pawòl Seyè a, Bondye a: Jou sa a, m'ap fè solèy la kouche gwo midi. Fènwa ap tonbe sou peyi a gwo lajounen.
10 I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation. I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make it like a time of mourning for an only son, and its outcome like a bitter day.
M'ap fè nou sispann fè fèt. N'a nan gwo lapenn. M'ap fè nou sispann chante, n'a nan rele. M'ap fè nou mete rad sak kòlèt sou nou. N'a kale tèt nou. M'ap fè nou tonbe nan lapenn tankou moun k'ap kriye pou sèl pitit gason yo ki mouri. Se nan kè sere jounen sa a ap fini pou tout moun.
11 Behold, the days are coming, declares the Lord GOD, when I will send a famine on the land— not a famine of bread or a thirst for water, but a famine of hearing the words of the LORD.
Men yon jou gen pou rive. Jou sa a, mwen pral voye yon sèl grangou sou peyi a. Se p'ap dèyè pen pou yo manje, ni dèyè dlo pou yo bwè y'a kouri. Men, se mesaj ki soti nan bouch Seyè a y'a anvi tande. Se Seyè a menm ki di sa.
12 People will stagger from sea to sea and roam from north to east, seeking the word of the LORD, but they will not find it.
Lè sa a, moun va pran kouri soti nan n o al nan sid, soti nan lès al nan lwès. Y'a mache toupatou ap chache yon pawòl nan bouch Seyè a. Men, yo p'ap jwenn.
13 In that day the lovely young women— the young men as well— will faint from thirst.
Nan tan sa a, bèl jenn fi yo ak jenn gason yo va tonbe feblès paske yo p'ap jwenn sa y'ap pwonmennen chache a.
14 Those who swear by the guilt of Samaria and say, ‘As surely as your god lives, O Dan,’ or, ‘As surely as the way of Beersheba lives’— they will fall, never to rise again.”
Kanta pou moun k'ap fè sèman sou Achima, zidòl peyi Samari a, moun sa yo k'ap plede di: Anverite bondye Dann lan! Anverite bondye Bècheba a! yo gen pou yo tonbe pou yo pa janm ka leve ankò.