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,
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 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;
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 cut off the judge out of her midst, and, all her rulers, will I slay with him, saith Yahweh.
vaho haitoako añivo’e ao i mpizakay, le fonga hatraoko fizamanañe o roandria’eo, hoe t’Iehovà.
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,
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 Therefore will I send a fire upon Judah, —which shall devour the palaces of Jerusalem.
fe hamotraheko afo t’Iehoda, hamorototo o anjomba’ Ierosalaimeo.
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:
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 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!
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, on pledged garments, they recline, beside every altar, —and, exacted wine, do they drink, 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 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.
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 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;
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 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;
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 And yet ye caused the Nazirites to drink wine, —and, on the prophet, laid ye command, saying, Ye shall not prophesy!
Fa nazi’ areo o nte Nazireo ty hinoñe divay, vaho linili’o o mpitokio ami’ty hoe: Ko mitoky.
13 Lo! I, am pressed under you, —as a full cart is pressed by its sheaves,
Inao t’ie ho tindrieko ambane manahake ty fanindrian-tsarete pea ampemba.
14 Therefore shall flight, perish, from the swift, and, the mighty, shall not invigorate his strength, —nor shall, the hero, escape with his life;
Hilesa ty fivoratsaha’ o malisao, naho tsy hitoloñe ty haozara’ o fatratseo vaho tsy haharomba-piaiñe ty fanalolahy,
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:
mbore tsy hahafijohañe ty mpitàm-pale; naho tsy hahafioratse ty mahafilay am-pandia, naho tsy haharombak’aiñe ty mpiningi-tsoavala;
16 Nay, he that is stout in his heart, among heroes, naked, shall flee, in that day, Declareth Yahweh.
vaho hitriban-day tsy an-tsaroñe ty lahi-tsi-ai’ o fanalolahio, hoe t’Iehovà.
