Amos 2
1 Thus, saith Yahweh, Because of three transgressions of Moab, and because of four, will I not turn it back, —Because he burned the bones of the King of Edom to lime,
Bw’ati bw’ayogera Mukama nti, “Olw’ebyonoono bya Mowaabu ebisatu weewaawo ebina, siriggyawo busungu bwange. Kubanga yayokya amagumba ga kabaka wa Edomu ne gafuuka evvu.
2 Therefore will I send a fire into Moab, which shall devour the palaces of Kerioth—and Moab, shall die with tumult, with war- cry, with the sound of a horn;
Ndiweereza omuliro ku Mowaabu era gulyokya ebigo bya Keriyoosi. Abantu ba Mowaabu balifiira wakati mu kusasamala okungi omuliba okuleekaana n’okufuuwa amakondeere.
3 And I will cut off the judge out of her midst, and, all her rulers, will I slay with him, saith Yahweh.
Ndizikiriza omukulembeze wa Mowaabu n’abakungu baamu bonna, ndibatta,” bw’ayogera Mukama.
4 Thus, saith Yahweh, Because of three transgressions of Judah, and because of four, will I not turn it back, —Because they have rejected the law of Yahweh, and, his statutes, have not kept, but their falsehoods, have led them astray, after the which their fathers, did walk,
Bw’ati bw’ayogera Mukama nti, “Olw’ebyonoono bya Yuda ebisatu weewaawo ebina, siriggyawo busungu bwange. Kubanga banyoomye amateeka ga Mukama, ne batakuuma biragiro bye nabawa ne bagondera bakatonda ab’obulimba bajjajjaabwe be baagobereranga.
5 Therefore will I send a fire upon Judah, —which shall devour the palaces of Jerusalem.
Ndiweereza omuliro ku Yuda ne njokya ebigo bya Yerusaalemi.”
6 Thus, saith Yahweh, Because of three transgressions of Israel, and because of four, will I not turn it back, —Because they have sold—for silver—the righteous, and the needy—for a pair of shoes:
Bw’ati bw’ayogera Mukama nti, “Olw’ebyonoono bya Isirayiri ebisatu weewaawo ebina, siriggyawo busungu bwange. Batunda obutuukirivu bafune ffeeza, ne batunda n’abaavu olw’omugogo gw’engatto.
7 Who strive to bring the dust of the earth on the head of the poor, and, the way of the oppressed, they pervert, —Yea, a man and his own father, go in unto the maid, to profane my holy Name!
Balinnyiririra emitwe gy’abaavu mu nfuufu, n’abajoogebwa ne batalamulwa mu bwenkanya. Omwana ne kitaawe bayingira eri omuwala omu ne boonoona erinnya lyange.
8 And, on pledged garments, they recline, beside every altar, —and, exacted wine, do they drink, in the house of their God.
Bagalamira okumpi ne buli kyoto ku ngoye ezaweebwayo ng’obweyamo. Mu nnyumba ya bakatonda baabwe mwe banywera omwenge oguleetebwa abatanziddwa.
9 Yet it was, I, who destroyed the Amorite, from before them, whose height was, like the height of cedars, and, strong, was he, like the oaks, —but I destroyed his fruit above, and his roots beneath.
“Nazikiriza Abamoli ku lwabwe newaakubadde nga baali bawanvu ng’emivule era nga ba maanyi ng’emyera. Nazikiriza ebibala ebyali waggulu okutuuka ku mirandira egyali wansi.
10 And it was, I, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt, —and led you in the desert, forty years, to take possession of the land of the Amorites;
Nakuggya mu nsi y’e Misiri, ne nkukulemberera emyaka amakumi ana mu ddungu, weetwalire ensi y’Abamoli.
11 And I raised up, of your sons, for prophets, and, of your young men, for Nazirites, —Was it not even so, ye sons of Israel? Demandeth Yahweh;
“Nayimusa abamu ku batabani bammwe okubeera bannabbi, ne ku balenzi bammwe okuba Abawonge ba Mukama. Si bwe kiri bwe kityo abantu ba Isirayiri?” bw’ayogera Mukama.
12 And yet ye caused the Nazirites to drink wine, —and, on the prophet, laid ye command, saying, Ye shall not prophesy!
“Naye mmwe ne mudda mu kuwa Abawonge ba Mukama omwenge okunywa, ne muwa bannabbi amateeka nga mubagamba nti temuwa byabunnabbi.
13 Lo! I, am pressed under you, —as a full cart is pressed by its sheaves,
“Laba, ndibasesebbula ng’eggaali eryettisse ebinywa by’emmere ey’empeke bwe lisesebbula ekiri mu kkubo lyalyo.
14 Therefore shall flight, perish, from the swift, and, the mighty, shall not invigorate his strength, —nor shall, the hero, escape with his life;
Abanguwa tebaliwona, n’ab’amaanyi tebalikuŋŋaanya maanyi gaabwe era n’omuzira nnamige talisobola kuwonya bulamu bwe.
15 Nor, he that handleth the bow, make a stand, and, the swift on his feet, shall not escape, —nor, he that rideth on a horse, escape with his life:
Omukubi w’obusaale omukugu taliyimirira kunywera, n’omuserikale ow’ebigere nnakinku talisobola kuwenyuka. Abo abasajja abazira abeebagazi b’embalaasi tebalisobola kuwonya bulamu bwabwe.
16 Nay, he that is stout in his heart, among heroes, naked, shall flee, in that day, Declareth Yahweh.
Ku lunaku olwo abalwanyi abazira nnamige balidduka bukunya!” bw’atyo bw’ayogera Mukama.
