Amos 8
1 Aƒetɔ Yehowa ɖe kusi aɖe si yɔ fũu kple kutsetse ɖiɖiwo la fiam le ŋutega me.
The Lord God showed me this: a basket of summer 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.”
‘What do you see, Amos?’ he asked. I replied, ‘A basket of ripe summer fruit.’ Then the Lord said to me: The time is ripe for my people Israel, I will no longer overlook their crimes.
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.”
The singing women in the palace will howl on that day, says the Lord: Corpses everywhere, thrown out in silence.
4 Misee ɖa, mi ame siwo baa ame dahewo, heɖoa afɔ hiãtɔwo dzi.
Listen to this, you who trample on the needy, who oppress the poor of the earth,
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.
saying: When will the feast of the new moon be over so that we may sell grain? And the sabbath ended so that we may offer wheat for sale? Reducing the measure and increasing the price, cheating with false 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.
mixing the sweepings in with the wheat. Then we can buy the poor for money, the needy for a pair of shoes.
7 Yehowa ta nu ɖe Yakob ƒe dada ŋu be, “Nyemaŋlɔ miaƒe nu vɔ̃wo be o!
Now the Lord has taken an oath by the Pride of Jacob: I will never forget all their deeds!
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.”
Because of this won’t the land quake, and all its inhabitants mourn? Won’t the whole of it rise like the Nile, churn and subside like the Nile in Egypt?
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, says the Lord God, I will make the sun set at noon and darken the earth in broad daylight.
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 feasts into mourning, all your songs into dirges. I will cause you to dress in sackcloth, every head shaved. I will make you mourn like you have lost your only son, all that happens will end in bitterness.
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 day is coming, says the Lord God, when I will send hunger in the land. Not a famine of bread or thirst for water, but for hearing the message of the Lord.
12 Woatsa tso afii ayi afi mɛ, tso anyiehe ayi ɣedzeƒe, anɔ Yehowa ƒe nya dim be yewoase, gake womakpɔe o.
Then they will wander from sea to sea, from the north to the east, to seek a message from 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.
In that day beautiful girls and strong young men will faint 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 take oaths by the shameful idol of Samaria, who swear, “As surely as your God lives, O Dan!” and, “By the sacred way to Beer-sheba!” – they will fall and never rise again.
