Amos 7
1 Here, My Lord, Yahweh gave me to see, and lo! he was preparing the locust, in the beginning of the shooting up of the after-grass, —and lo! after-grass, cometh after the mowings for the king.
Ihe a ka Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị mere ka m hụ. Lee, ọ na-akwado igwe igurube nke ga-abịa bibie ihe ubi niile ga-etopụta mgbe e burula ụzọ wee ihe ubi nke mbụ nke a na-enye eze, dịka ihe ruuru ya.
2 And it came to pass, when they had made an end of eating the herbage of the land, that I said—Oh, My Lord, Yahweh, forgive, I beseech thee: By whom shall Jacob, arise? for, small, he is.
Mgbe ha tachara ahịhịa niile dị nʼala ahụ, etiri m mkpu: “Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị biko arịọọ m gị, gbaghara. Jekọb ọ ga-esi aṅa guzosie ike? Lee, ọ dịkarịrị nta.”
3 Grieved was Yahweh, over this, —It shall not be, said Yahweh?
Onyenwe anyị chegharịrị banyere ihe ndị a. Onyenwe anyị kwuru sị, “Ihe dị otu a agaghị emekwa.”
4 Here, My Lord, Yahweh gave me to see, and lo! My Lord Yahweh proclaiming that, the controversy should be settled by fire, —which, having devoured the mighty roaring deep, should devour the inheritance.
Ihe a ka Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị gosiri m: Lee, Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị na-akpọku ọkụ iji ya kpee ikpe. Ọkụ ahụ repịara ogbu mmiri, repịakwa ala ahụ niile.
5 Then said I, My Lord, Yahweh, forbear, I beseech thee, By whom shall Jacob, arise? for, small, he is.
Mgbe ahụ, asịrị m, “Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị biko, arịọọ m gị kwụsị! Olee otu Jekọb ga-esi guzosie ike? Lee na ọ dịkarịrị nta!”
6 Grieved was Yahweh, over this, —Even this, shall not be, said My Lord, Yahweh.
Onyenwe anyị chegharịrị banyere ihe ndị a. Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị kwuru, “Ihe dị otu a agaghị emekwa.”
7 Here, he gave me to see, and lo! My Lord, stationed upon a pinnacle, —and, in his hand a plummet.
Nke a ka o gosiri m, lee, Onyenwe anyị na-eguzo nʼakụkụ mgbidi nke e ji ihe ịtụ mgbidi tụọ nke ọma, o jikwa ihe ịtụ mgbidi nʼaka ya.
8 And Yahweh said unto me, What canst thou see, Amos? And I said, A plummet, —Then said My Lord, Behold me! fixing a plummet in the midst of my people Israel, I will not again any more forgive him.
Onyenwe anyị sịrị m, “Emọs, gịnị ka ị na-ahụ?” Asịrị m, “Ihe ịtụ mgbidi.” Mgbe ahụ, Onyenwe anyị kwuru, “Lee, mụ onwe m na-edo ihe ịtụ mgbidi nʼetiti ndị m bụ Izrel, agaghịkwa m esi ebe ha nọ gafee.
9 So shall the high places of Isaac, be made desolate, and, the holy places of Israel, be laid waste, —and I will rise up, against the house of Jeroboam, with the sword.
“Ebe niile e wuliri elu nke Aịzik aghaghị ịbụ ebe e mebiri emebi, ebe nsọ niile nke Izrel aghaghị ịbụ ebe tọgbọrọ nʼefu, aghakwaghị m iweli mma agha m elu iji megide ụlọ Jeroboam.”
10 Then sent Amaziah, the priest of Bethel, unto Jeroboam king of Israel, saying: A conspiracy hath Amos, raised against thee, in the midst of the house of Israel, The land, is not able to endure, all his words;
Mgbe ahụ, Amazaya onye nchụaja nọ na Betel zigaara Jeroboam bụ eze Izrel ozi na-asị, “Emọs na-akwalị izu nzuzo ka ọ megide gị nʼetiti ụlọ Izrel, ala apụghị ibu okwu niile sị ya nʼọnụ apụta.
11 For, thus, saith Amos, By the sword, shall Jeroboam, die, —and, Israel, shall, surely be exiled, from off his own soil.
Nke bụ ihe Emọs nọ na-asị, “‘Jeroboam aghaghị ịnwụ site na mma agha, Izrel aghakwaghị isite nʼala amụrụ ha jee biri nʼala ọzọ, dịka ndị a dọtara nʼagha.’”
12 Then said Amaziah unto Amos, O seer, go flee thee away unto the land of Judah—and eat, there, bread, and, there, mayest thou prophesy;
Mgbe ahụ, Amazaya gwara Emọs, “Gị onye ọhụ ụzọ, gbara ọsọ gbalaa ala Juda. Jee nʼebe ahụ, rie achịcha nke sitere nʼibu amụma gị, nọrọkwa nʼebe ahụ buo amụma gị.
13 But, at Bethel, not again, any more, mayest thou prophesy, —for, the holy place of the king, it is, and, the house of the kingdom, it is.
Ebula amụma ọzọ na Betel, nʼihi na ọ bụ ebe nsọ nke eze, ọ bụkwa ụlọnsọ ukwu nke alaeze ya.”
14 Then answered Amos, and said unto Amaziah, No prophet, was I, —nor the son of a prophet, was I, —but, a herdman, was I, and a preparer of sycamore fruit;
Mgbe ahụ, Emọs zaghachiri Amazaya, “Ọ dịghị mgbe m bụ onye amụma, abụkwaghị m nwa onye amụma, kama abụ m onye na-elekọta igwe ewu na atụrụ, na onye ọrụ na-azụ osisi sikamọ.
15 But Yahweh, took me away, from following the flock, —and Yahweh, said unto me, Go prophesy against my people Israel.
Ma Onyenwe anyị sitere nʼebe ịzụ igwe ewu na atụrụ kpọpụta m, Onyenwe anyị sịrị m: ‘Gaa buoro ndị m Izrel amụma.’
16 Now, therefore, hear thou the word of Yahweh, —Thou art saying, Thou must not prophesy concerning Israel, nor let thy word drop down upon the house of Isaac.
Nʼihi ya, ugbu a nụrụ okwu Onyenwe anyị, ma unu na-asị, “‘Ebula amụma megide Izrel, ekwukwala okwu megide ụlọ Aịzik.’
17 Therefore—Thus, saith Yahweh, Thy wife, in the city, will commit unchastity, and, thy sons and thy daughters, by the sword, shall fall, and, thine own soil, by line, shall he apportioned, —and, thou, on a polluted soil, shalt die, and, Israel, shall, surely go into exile, away from his own soil.
“Ya mere, otu a ka Onyenwe anyị kwuru, “‘Nwunye gị ga-aghọ nwanyị na-agba akwụna nʼime obodo. Ụmụ gị ndị nwoke na ndị nwanyị ka a ga-eji mma agha gbuo. A ga-atụ ala gị nʼihe ọtụtụ, kewasịa ya nye ndị ọzọ, ma gị onwe gị ga-anwụ nʼala rụrụ arụ. A ghakwaghị ịdọta Izrel nʼagha mee ka ha gaa biri nʼala ndị mba ọzọ.’”
