Amos 5
1 Listen, people of Israel, to this funeral lament that I sing about you!
Gbọ́ ọ̀rọ̀ yìí, ìwọ ilé Israẹli, ìpohùnréré ẹkún tí mo ṣe nípa rẹ:
2 Virgin Israel has fallen, and will never rise again! She lies abandoned on the ground, and there is no one to help her up.
“Wúńdíá Israẹli ṣubú láì kò sì le padà dìde ó di ẹni ìkọ̀tì ní ilẹ̀ rẹ̀ kò sí ẹni tí yóò gbé e dìde.”
3 This is what the Lord says: From a city that sends out a thousand soldiers, only a hundred will return; from a city that sends out a hundred soldiers, only ten will return.
Èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa Olódùmarè wí: “Ìlú tí ẹgbẹ̀rún alágbára ti jáde, yóò dín ku ọgọ́rùn-ún ní Israẹli. Ìlú tí ọgọ́rùn-ún alàgbà ti jáde yóò ṣẹ́kù ẹni mẹ́wàá.”
4 This is what the Lord says to the people of Israel: Look to me so you may live!
Èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa sọ fún ilé Israẹli: “Wá mi kí o sì yè;
5 Do not look to the false gods of Bethel, do not go to the pagan shrines of Gilgal or travel to those of Beersheba. For Gilgal will go into exile, and Bethel will come to nothing.
ẹ má ṣe wá Beteli, ẹ má ṣe lọ sí Gilgali, ẹ má ṣe rìnrìn àjò lọ sí Beerṣeba. Nítorí dájúdájú a ó kó Gilgali ní ìgbèkùn, A ó sì sọ Beteli di asán.”
6 Look to the Lord so you may live! Otherwise he will explode like fire against the descendants of Joseph and no one from Bethel will be able to quench it.
Ẹ wá Olúwa, ẹ̀yin yóò sì yè, kí ó má ba à gbilẹ̀ bí iná ní Josẹfu a sì jó o run Beteli kò sì ní rí ẹni tí yóò bu omi pa á.
7 You twist justice and make it bitter, you throw integrity to the ground.
Ẹ̀yin tí ẹ̀ sọ òdodo di ìkorò tí ẹ sì gbé olódodo ṣánlẹ̀.
8 The One who made the Pleiades and Orion, who turns the darkness into morning, and daytime into night, who calls for the water of the seas, and pours it down as rain upon the earth—the Lord is his name!
Ẹni tí ó dá ìràwọ̀ Pleiadesi àti Orioni ẹni tí ó sọ òru dúdú di òwúrọ̀ tí ó sọ ọjọ́ dúdú di ìmọ́lẹ̀ ẹni tí ó wọ́ omi Òkun jọ pọ̀ tí ó sì rọ̀ wọ́n sí orí ilẹ̀ Olúwa ni orúkọ rẹ̀,
9 In a flash he cuts down the strong and destroys the fortresses.
Ó fọ́n ìparun sí ìlú olódi tí ó sì sọ àwọn ibùgbé àwọn ọmọ-aládé di ahoro.
10 You hate anyone who confronts injustice and loathe anyone who speaks honestly.
Ìwọ kórìíra ẹni tí ń bá ni wí ní ẹnu ibodè ó sì ń pẹ̀gàn ẹni tí ń sọ òtítọ́.
11 Because you trample down the poor and impose a tax on their grain, building for yourselves impressive houses, you will not live in them, and you will not drink wine from the fine vineyards you have planted.
Ìwọ ń tẹ tálákà mọ́lẹ̀ o ń fi ipá gba ọkà lọ́wọ́ wọn. Nítorí náà, ìwọ ti fi òkúta tí a gbẹ́ kọ́lé ṣùgbọ́n ẹ kò sì ní gbé inú wọn, Nítòótọ́ ìwọ ti gbin ọgbà àjàrà tí ó lẹ́wà. Ìwọ kò ní mu wáìnì inú wọn.
12 For I know the extent of your wrongdoing and your numerous sins. You oppress good people by taking bribes, and you prevent the poor from getting justice in the courts.
Nítorí mo mọ iye àìṣedéédéé rẹ mo sì mọ bí ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ rẹ tí tóbi tó. Ìwọ ni olódodo lára, ìwọ sì ń gba àbẹ̀tẹ́lẹ̀ o sì ń fi òtítọ́ du tálákà ní ilé ẹjọ́.
13 So smart people keep quiet in such evil times.
Àwọn ọlọ́gbọ́n máa ń dákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́ ní àkókò wọ̀nyí, nítorí búburú ni gbogbo ọjọ́.
14 Do what is right, and not evil, so you may live. Then the Lord God of power will be with you, as you claim he is.
Wá rere, má ṣe wá búburú kí ìwọ ba à le yè. Nígbà náà ni Olúwa Ọlọ́run àwọn ọmọ-ogun yóò wà pẹ̀lú rẹ. Òun yóò sì wà pẹ̀lú rẹ bí ìwọ ṣe wí.
15 Hate evil and love good—and make sure justice wins out in your courts. Maybe the Lord God of power will have mercy on those who are left of Jacob's people.
Kórìíra búburú kí o sì fẹ́ rere dúró ní orí òtítọ́ ní ilé ẹjọ́ bóyá Olúwa Ọlọ́run alágbára yóò síjú àánú wo ọmọ Josẹfu tó ṣẹ́kù.
16 For this is what the Lord, the Lord God of power says: There will be weeping in the city squares and wailing in the streets. They will call even the farmers to grieve, as well as the professional mourners.
Nítorí èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa, Olúwa Ọlọ́run àwọn ọmọ-ogun wí: “Ẹkún yóò wà ní àwọn òpópónà igbe ìnira yóò sì wà ní àwọn gbàgede ìlú. A ó kó àwọn àgbẹ̀ jọ láti sọkún àti àwọn tí ń ṣọ̀fọ̀ láti pohùnréré ẹkún.
17 There will be wailing in every vineyard, for I will pass through the midst of you, says the Lord.
Ìpohùnréré ẹkún yóò wà ní gbogbo ọgbà àjàrà, nítorí èmi yóò la àárín yín kọjá,” ni Olúwa wí.
18 How disastrous it will be for those of you who long for the day of the Lord. Why would you want the day of the Lord to come? It will bring darkness, not light.
Ègbé ni fún ìwọ tí ó pẹ́ nítorí ọjọ́ Olúwa kí ni ìwọ fi pẹ́ fún ọjọ́ Olúwa? Ìmọ́lẹ̀ yóò di òkùnkùn ní ojú ọjọ́.
19 It will be like a man running away from a lion only to meet a bear; or a man who goes home and leans his hand on a wall, only to be bitten by a snake.
Gẹ́gẹ́ bí ènìyàn tí ó sá fún kìnnìún, tí ó padà wá bọ́ sí ẹnu àmọ̀tẹ́kùn. Yóò dàbí ẹni tí ó wọ ilé rẹ̀ lọ tí ó sinmi lé ògiri ilé rẹ̀ tí ejò sì bù ú ṣán.
20 Isn't the day of the Lord darkness without light? Yes, pitch dark without a glimmer of light.
Ǹjẹ́ ọjọ́ Olúwa kò ha ní ṣókùnkùn dípò kí ó ní ìmọ́lẹ̀? Tí yóò sì ṣókùnkùn dúdú láìsí ìmọ́lẹ̀ kankan níbẹ̀.
21 I hate, I despise your festivals and take no delight in your religious assemblies.
“Mo kórìíra, mo kẹ́gàn àwọn àsè ẹ̀sìn in yín, Èmi kò sì ní inú dídùn sí àpéjọ yín.
22 Even though you present me with burnt offerings and grain offerings, I will not accept them. As for your peace offerings of fattened cattle—I will not even look at them.
Bí ó tilẹ̀ jẹ́ pé ẹ mú ẹbọ sísun àti ọrẹ ọkà wá. Èmi kò ní tẹ́wọ́ gbà wọ́n. Bí ó tilẹ̀ jẹ́ pé ẹ mú àṣàyàn ọrẹ àlàáfíà wá. Èmi kò ní náání wọn.
23 Stop your noisy worship songs. I will not listen to the melody of your harps.
Ẹ gbé ariwo orin yín sẹ́yìn! Èmi kò ní fetísí ohun èlò orin yín.
24 Rather let justice flow like a river, and doing right like an ever-flowing stream.
Jẹ́ kí òtítọ́ sàn bí odò àti òdodo bí ìsun tí kò lé è gbẹ!
25 Did you bring me sacrifices during those forty years in the desert, people of Israel?
“Àbí ẹ̀yin mú ẹbọ àti ọrẹ tọ̀ mí wá ní ogójì ọdún ní aginjù ìwọ ilé Israẹli?
26 But now you carry idols of Sakkuth your king and Kaiwan your star god that you made for yourselves.
Ẹ̀yin ti gbé ibi ìrúbọ àwọn ọba yín sókè, ibùgbé àwọn òrìṣà yín, àní, ti àwọn òrìṣà yín tí ó níyì jùlọ, èyí tí ẹ̀yin fi ọwọ́ ara yín ṣe.
27 So I will send you into exile in a land beyond Damascus, says the Lord, whose name is the God of power.
Nítorí náà èmi yóò rán an yín lọ sí ìgbèkùn ní ìkọjá Damasku,” ni Olúwa wí, ẹni tí orúkọ rẹ̀ ń jẹ́ Ọlọ́run alágbára.
