Amos 2

1 Thus saith the Lord; For three sins of Moab, and for four, I will not turn away from it; because they burnt the bones of the king of Idumea to lime.

Hoe ty nafè’ Iehovà: Ty ami’ty fiolàñe telo’ i Moabe, naho i fahefa’ey le tsy hapoko ty fandilovañe aze, amy te niforototoe’e ho sokay ty taola’ i mpanjaka’ i Edomey;

2 But I will send forth a fire on Moab, and it shall devour the foundations of its cities: and Moab shall perish in weakness, with a shout, and with the sound of a trumpet.

aa le hañitrifako afo t’i Moabe, ze hampangotomomoke o anjomba’ i Kerioteo; le hikoromak’ ami’ty fivalitsikotahañe t’i Moabe, reketse fikoiakoiahañe naho ty fipopò’ i antsivay;

3 And I will destroy the judge out of her, and slay all her princes with him, saith the Lord.

vaho haitoako añivo’e ao i mpizakay, le fonga hatraoko fizamanañe o roandria’eo, hoe t’Iehovà.

4 Thus saith the Lord; For three sins of the children of Judah, and for four, I will not turn away from him; because they have rejected the law of the Lord, and have not kept his ordinances, and their vain [idols] which they made, which their fathers followed, caused them to err.

Hoe ty nafè’ Iehovà: Ty ami’ty fiolàñe telo’ Iehoda, naho i fahèfa’ey le tsy hapoko ty fandilovañe aze, amy te tsinambolitio’ iareo o Tsara’ Iehovào naho tsy nambena’ iareo o fañè’eo, vaho nampandilatse iareo ty fandañira’ iareo ie nañaveloan-droae’ iareoo.

5 And I will send a fire on Juda, and it shall devour the foundations of Jerusalem.

fe hamotraheko afo t’Iehoda, hamorototo o anjomba’ Ierosalaimeo.

6 Thus saith the Lord; for three sins of Israel, and for four, I will not turn away from him; because they sold the righteous for silver, and the poor for sandals,

Hoe ty nafè’ Iehovà: Ty ami’ty fiolàñe telo’ Israele, naho i fah’efa’ey le tsy hapoko ty fandilovañe aze, amy te naleta’ iareo ho volafoty o vantañeo, naho ho hana o rarakeo;

7 wherewith to tread on the dust of the earth, and they have smitten upon the heads of the poor, and have perverted the way of the lowly: and a son and his father have gone into the same maid, that they might profane the name of their God.

Dorodemohe’ iereo ami’ty debo’ ty tane toy ty añambone’ o rarakeo, naho mañolake ty lala’ o mpirekeo; ao ka t’indaty naho ty rae’e songa miolotse ami’ty somondrara raike, haniva ty añarako masiñe.

8 And binding their clothes with cords they have made them curtains near the altar, and they have drunk wine gained by extortion in the house of their God.

Ie màndre añ’ila’ o kitrelio an-tsikiñe tsinoake, vaho minoñe ty divai’ o nandilovañeo an-kibohon-drahare’ iareo ao.

9 Nevertheless I cut off the Amorite from before them, whose height was as the height of a cedar, and he was strong as an oak; and I dried up his fruit from above, and his roots from beneath.

F’izaho ty nanjamañe o nte Amoreo aolo’ iareo eo, ie nira ami’ty haabon-tsivokon-tsifake; nanahake o vaovio ty haozara’e; fa rinotsako o voa’e amboneo, naho o vaha’e ambaneo.

10 And I brought you up out of the land of Egypt, and led you about in the desert forty years, that ye should inherit the land of the Amorites.

Ie nakareko an-tane Mitsraime ao ka, naho niaoloako efa-polo taoñe am-pirangañe i fatrambeiy, soa te hanaña’ areo ty tane’ o nte Amoreo.

11 And I took of your sons for prophets, and of your young men for consecration. Are not these things so, ye sons of Israel? saith the Lord.

Mbore nibeizeko ho mpitoky ty ila’ o ana’ areoo, naho ho nte Nazire ty ila’e, tsy to hao izay, ry ana’ Israeleo? hoe t’Iehovà.

12 But ye gave the consecrated ones wine to drink; and ye commanded the prophets, saying, Prophesy not.

Fa nazi’ areo o nte Nazireo ty hinoñe divay, vaho linili’o o mpitokio ami’ty hoe: Ko mitoky.

13 Therefore, behold, I roll under you, as a waggon full of straw is rolled.

Inao t’ie ho tindrieko ambane manahake ty fanindrian-tsarete pea ampemba.

14 And flight shall perish from the runner, and the strong shall not hold fast his strength, and the warrior shall not save his life:

Hilesa ty fivoratsaha’ o malisao, naho tsy hitoloñe ty haozara’ o fatratseo vaho tsy haharomba-piaiñe ty fanalolahy,

15 and the archer shall not withstand, and he that is swift of foot shall in no wise escape; and the horseman shall not save his life.

mbore tsy hahafijohañe ty mpitàm-pale; naho tsy hahafioratse ty mahafilay am-pandia, naho tsy haharombak’aiñe ty mpiningi-tsoavala;

16 And the strong shall find no confidence in power: the naked shall flee away in that day, saith the Lord.

vaho hitriban-day tsy an-tsaroñe ty lahi-tsi-ai’ o fanalolahio, hoe t’Iehovà.