Amos 8
1 Aƒetɔ Yehowa ɖe kusi aɖe si yɔ fũu kple kutsetse ɖiɖiwo la fiam le ŋutega me.
This is what the Lord God showed me. I saw a basket of fruit.
2 Ebiam be, “Amos, nu ka kpɔm nèle?” Meɖo eŋu nɛ be, “Kusi si yɔ kple atikutsetse ɖiɖiwo.” Yehowa gblɔ nam be, “Israel ƒe ɣeyiɣi de, eya ta nyemagahe woƒe tohehe ɖe megbe azɔ o.”
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.
3 Egagblɔ be, “Hadzidzi siwo ɖina le gbedoxɔ me la azu avifafa gbe ma gbe. Ame kukuwo akaka ɖe afi sia afi, eye ɖoɖoe azi klẽnee.”
On that day the Temple songs will become sorrowful wailing. There will be dead bodies scattered everywhere. Silence!” declares the Lord.
4 Misee ɖa, mi ame siwo baa ame dahewo, heɖoa afɔ hiãtɔwo dzi.
Listen to this, you who trample down the needy, and wipe out the poor of the land.
5 Mi ame siwo le gbɔgblɔm be, “Gbe ka gbe dzinu yeye nu le yiyi ge ne míadzra bli, eye Dzudzɔgbe nu le yiyi ge ne míaʋu avawo nu?” Míatsɔ nudanu suewo kple nudzidzenu miamiawo anɔ ame bamii.
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?”
6 Mi ame siwo doa kluvi ame dahewo ɖe klosaloga ɖeka ta, eye miedzraa hiãtɔwo ɖe afɔkpa dodo ɖeka pɛ ta alo dzraa bli gbegblẽ na wo.
You buy the poor for silver, the needy for a pair of sandals, and you sell grain mixed with chaff.
7 Yehowa ta nu ɖe Yakob ƒe dada ŋu be, “Nyemaŋlɔ miaƒe nu vɔ̃wo be o!
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.
8 “Le esia ta anyigba adzo nyanyanya, ame sia ame afa konyi, eye woakɔ ayi dzi abe Nil tɔsisi ene. Woadze agbo, agadze anyi abe Egipte tɔsisi la ene.”
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.
9 Aƒetɔ Yehowa be, “Gbe ma gbe la, mana ɣe naɖo to le ŋdɔkutsu, eye viviti nado ɖe anyigba dzi le ŋkeke me.
On that day, declares the Lord God, I will make the sun go down at noon, and darken the land during the daytime.
10 Matrɔ miaƒe ŋkekenyuiwo woazu konyifafa, eye miaƒe dzidzɔhawo azu avihawo. Mianɔ funyivɔ me, alũ ta kolikoli abe mia viŋutsu ɖeka hɔ̃ɔ si le mia si lae ku ene. Nyateƒe, ŋkeke ma ave le miaƒe nu me ŋutɔ.”
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.
11 Aƒetɔ Yehowa be: “Ŋkeke li gbɔna esi dzi maɖo dɔwuame ɖe anyigba dzi, menye nuɖuɖu kple tsi ƒe dɔwuame o, ke boŋ Yehowa ƒe nyasese ƒe dɔwuame wòanye.
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.
12 Woatsa tso afii ayi afi mɛ, tso anyiehe ayi ɣedzeƒe, anɔ Yehowa ƒe nya dim be yewoase, gake womakpɔe o.
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.
13 “Gbe ma gbe la, “ɖeɖi ate ɖetugbi dzetugbewo kple ɖekakpui sesẽwo ŋu, eye nu ati kɔ na wo le mawunya ƒe tsikɔ si le wo wum la ta.
On that day, even the beautiful girls and healthy young men will collapse from thirst.
14 Ame siwo ta legba si le Samaria, eye wogblɔ be, ‘O Dan, meta wò mawu ƒe agbe alo meta Beerseba ƒe mɔ la adze anyi, eye womagafɔ akpɔ gbeɖe o.’”
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.
