Amosi 8
1 Mwathani Jehova aanyonirie ũũ: aanyonirie gĩkabũ kĩrĩ na matunda meeru.
This is what the Lord God showed me. I saw a basket of fruit.
2 Nake akĩnjũũria atĩrĩ, “Amosi, nĩ kĩĩ kĩu ũroona?” Ngĩmũcookeria atĩrĩ, “Ndĩrona gĩkabũ kĩrĩ na matunda meeru.” Ningĩ Jehova akĩnjĩĩra atĩrĩ, “Ihinda rĩa mũthia nĩ ikinyu rĩa andũ akwa a Isiraeli; ndigacooka kũmaiguĩra tha rĩngĩ.”
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 Mwathani Jehova ekuuga atĩrĩ, “Mũthenya ũcio-rĩ, nyĩmbo iria ciinagwo kũu hekarũ-inĩ ikaagarũrũka ituĩke kĩrĩro. Ciimba nyingĩ mũno igaateagwo kũndũ guothe gũkirĩtwo ki!”
On that day the Temple songs will become sorrowful wailing. There will be dead bodies scattered everywhere. Silence!” declares the Lord.
4 Iguai ũndũ ũyũ inyuĩ arĩa mũrangagĩrĩria abatari na mũkaniina athĩĩni a bũrũri,
Listen to this, you who trample down the needy, and wipe out the poor of the land.
5 mũkĩũragia atĩrĩ, “Karũgamo ka Mweri gagaathira-rĩ, nĩguo twendie irio, na Thabatũ ĩthire, nĩguo twendie ngano, tũkĩnyiihagia ithimi, tũkĩongagĩrĩra thogora, na tũkĩheenanagia na ratiri itarĩ cia ma;
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 tũgũrage athĩĩni na betha, nao arĩa abatari tũkamagũra na nyamũga igĩrĩ, o na twendagie magira hamwe na ngano.”
You buy the poor for silver, the needy for a pair of sandals, and you sell grain mixed with chaff.
7 Jehova o we ũrĩa Jakubu etĩĩagĩra, ehĩtĩte akoiga atĩrĩ, “Ndirĩ hĩndĩ ngariganĩrwo nĩ ciĩko ciothe iria maneeka.
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 “Githĩ bũrũri ndũkainaina nĩ ũndũ wa ũguo, na arĩa othe matũũraga kuo macakae? Bũrũri wothe nĩkũiyũra ũkaiyũra ta Rũũĩ rwa Nili, ũhũũrane, na ũcooke ũhũũcũke ta rũũĩ rwa Misiri.”
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 Mwathani Jehova ekuuga atĩrĩ, “Mũthenya ũcio-rĩ, “nĩngatũma riũa rĩthũe mĩaraho, na ndũme thĩ kũgĩe nduma mũthenya barigici.
On that day, declares the Lord God, I will make the sun go down at noon, and darken the land during the daytime.
10 Nĩngagarũra ciathĩ cianyu ituĩke macakaya, na kũina kwanyu guothe gũtuĩke kĩrĩro. Nĩngatũma inyuothe mwĩhumbe makũnia, na ndĩmwenje mĩtwe. Nĩngatũma ihinda rĩu rĩhaane ta hĩndĩ ya macakaya ma mwana wa mũmwe, naguo mũthia warĩo ũtuĩke ta mũthenya mũrũrũ.”
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 Mwathani Jehova ekuuga atĩrĩ: “Matukũ nĩmarooka, rĩrĩa ngaatũma ngʼaragu bũrũri-inĩ, na ti ngʼaragu ya irio kana nyoota wa maaĩ, no nĩ ngʼaragu ya kũigua ciugo cia Jehova.
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 Andũ magaatũgũũgaga kuuma iria-inĩ rĩmwe nginya rĩrĩa rĩngĩ, na morũũrage kuuma gathigathini nginya irathĩro, magĩcaria kiugo kĩa Jehova, no matigakĩona.
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 “Mũthenya ũcio-rĩ, “airĩtu arĩa ciĩrorerwa na aanake arĩa marĩ hinya nĩmakaringĩka nĩ nyoota.
On that day, even the beautiful girls and healthy young men will collapse from thirst.
14 Acio mehĩtaga na thoni cia Samaria, kana makoiga atĩrĩ, ‘Ti-itherũ o ta ũrĩa ngai ĩyo yaku ĩtũũraga muoyo wee Dani’, o na kana makoiga atĩrĩ, ‘Ti-itherũ o ta ũrĩa ngai ĩyo ya Birishiba itũũraga muoyo’: nĩmakaagũa, na maticooke gũũkĩra rĩngĩ.”
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.
