Amos 8
1 This is what the Lord God showed me. I saw a basket of fruit.
Izvi ndizvo zvandakaratidzwa naIshe Jehovha: tswanda ine michero yakaibva.
2 He asked me, “What do you see, Amos?” I said, “A basket of fruit.” Then the Lord told me, “This is the end of my people Israel! I won't ignore their sins anymore.
Akabvunza akati, “Unooneiko, Amosi?” Ndakapindura ndichiti, “Tswanda ine michero yakaibva.” Ipapo Jehovha akati kwandiri, “Nguva yakwana kuvanhu vangu Israeri; handingavararamisizve.
3 On that day the Temple songs will become sorrowful wailing. There will be dead bodies scattered everywhere. Silence!” declares the Lord.
“Pazuva iro,” ndizvo zvinotaura Ishe Jehovha, “nziyo dzomutemberi dzichashanduka dzigova kuchema. Mitumbi yevakafa ichava mizhinji. Munzvimbo dzose icharaswa vanhu vanyerere.”
4 Listen to this, you who trample down the needy, and wipe out the poor of the land.
Inzwai izvi imi munotsika-tsika vanoshayiwa uye muchiparadza varombo venyika,
5 You who ask, “When will the holy day be over so we can get back to selling grain? When will the Sabbath be over so we can open our storehouses, and cheat people with short measures and unfair scales?”
muchiti, “Kugara kwoMwedzi kuchapfuura riniko kuti tigotengesa zviyo, uye kupera kweSabata kuti tigotengesa gorosi?” muchitapudza chiero, muchikwidza mitengo uye muchibiridzira nezvikero zvinonyengera,
6 You buy the poor for silver, the needy for a pair of sandals, and you sell grain mixed with chaff.
muchitenga varombo nesirivha uye vanoshayiwa neshangu, muchitengesa kunyange makoto pamwe chete negorosi.
7 The Lord God, of whom the descendants of Jacob are so proud, has sworn an oath: I will never forget the evil you have done.
Jehovha apika noKuzvikudza kwaJakobho achiti, “Handizokanganwi chinhu chipi nechipi zvacho chavakaita.
8 Shall not the land tremble because of this, and everyone who lives there mourn? The earth will rise up like the Nile river in flood, be tossed around, and then fall again.
“Ko, nyika haingadederi nokuda kwaizvozvi here uye vose vanogara mairi havangachemi? Nyika yose ichadira seNairi, ichabvongodzwa uye igoderera sorwizi rweIjipiti.
9 On that day, declares the Lord God, I will make the sun go down at noon, and darken the land during the daytime.
“Pazuva iro,” ndizvo zvinotaura Ishe Jehovha, “ndichaita kuti zuva rivire masikati makuru uye ndichauyisa rima panyika masikati machena.
10 I will turn your festivals into times of mourning, your happy songs into laments. I will make you wear sackcloth and shave your heads. I will make your mourning like that for an only son. At the end of it all it will be a bitter day.
Ndichashandura mitambo yenyu yechinamato ive kuchema, nokuimba kwose kuti kuve mhere. Ndichaita kuti mose mupfeke masaga uye mugoveura misoro yenyu. Ndichaita kuti nguva iyi ive samariro omwanakomana akaberekwa ari mumwe oga, uye magumo acho ave sezuva rakaipa kwazvo.
11 The time is coming, declares the Lord, when I will send a famine on the land—not a famine of bread, or a lack of water, but a famine of hearing the words of the Lord.
“Mazuva ari kuuya,” ndizvo zvinotaura Ishe Jehovha, “andichatumira nzara panyika yose, kwete nzara yezvokudya kana nyota yemvura, asi nzara yokunzwa mashoko aJehovha.
12 People will wander from sea to sea, from north to east, running to and fro searching for the word of the Lord, but they will not find it.
Vanhu vachadzedzereka vachibva kugungwa vachienda kune rimwe gungwa, uye vachadzungaira vachibva kumusoro vachienda kumabvazuva, vachitsvaka shoko raJehovha, asi havangariwani.
13 On that day, even the beautiful girls and healthy young men will collapse from thirst.
“Pazuva iro, “mhandara dzakaisvonaka namajaya akasimba vachaziya nenyota.
14 Those who swear by the disgraceful idols of Samaria, who take oaths like, “By the life of your god, Dan,” or “A pilgrimage to the god of Beersheba”—they will fall, and never rise again.
Avo vanopika nokunyadzisa kweSamaria, kana vanoti, ‘Namwari wako mupenyu, iwe Dhani,’ kana kuti, ‘Namwari waBheerishebha mupenyu,’ vachawa, vasingazomukazve.”
