Amòs 8
1 Se konsa, Seyè a, Bondye a, fè m' fè yon lòt vizyon. Nan vizyon an, mwen wè yon panyen plen fwi mi.
Thus hath the Lord Jehovah shewed me, and, lo, a basket of summer-fruit.
2 Seyè a mande m': -Kisa ou wè la a, Amòs? Mwen reponn: -Yon panyen fwi mi. Lè sa a, Seyè a di m' konsa: -Izrayèl, pèp mwen an, mi tou. Li rive sou dènye jou l' yo. Mwen p'ap chanje lide pou m' fè pa l' ankò.
And He saith, 'What art thou seeing, Amos?' and I say, 'A basket of summer-fruit.' And Jehovah saith unto me: 'The end hath come unto My people Israel, I do not add any more to pass over to it.
3 Jou sa a, se p'ap chante ki va gen nan palè a, se va rèl. Se Seyè a menm ki di sa. Va gen anpil kadav toupatou. Y'a voye yo jete san di krik.
And howled have songstresses of a palace in that day, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, Many [are] the carcases, into any place throw — hush!
4 Koute byen sa m'ap di nou la a, nou menm k'ap kraze pòv malere yo anba pye nou, nou menm k'ap fini ak malere yo nan peyi a.
Hear this, ye who are swallowing up the needy, To cause to cease the poor of the land,
5 N'ap plede di: Kilè fèt lalin nouvèl lan va pase pou nou ka vann diri nou? Kilè jou repo a va pase pou nou ka louvri depo nou yo pou nou vann? Lè sa a, n'a moute pri tout bagay, n'a sèvi ak fo mezi, n'a ranje balans yo pou nou ka twonpe pratik yo.
Saying, When doth the new moon pass, And we sell ground corn? And the sabbath, and we open out pure corn? To make little the ephah, And to make great the shekel, And to use perversely balances of deceit.
6 N'a pran moun serye ki pa ka peye dèt yo, n'a achte yo pou sèvi esklav. N'a pran pòv malere ki pa gen senk, n'a achte yo pou pri yon pè sapat. N'a vann ata pay diri a pou gwo lajan.
To purchase with money the poor, And the needy for a pair of sandals, Yea, the refuse of the pure corn we sell.
7 Seyè a fè sèman sou tèt li, li menm ki Bondye pèp Izrayèl la: Mwen p'ap janm bliye yonn nan move zak nou fè yo.
Sworn hath Jehovah by the excellency of Jacob: 'I forget not for ever any of their works.
8 Se konsa latè pral pran tranble. Tout moun nan peyi a pral pran rele. Tout peyi a pral souke. L'ap moute, l'ap gonfle, apre sa l'ap desann tankou dlo larivyè Nil nan peyi Lejip.
For this doth not the land tremble, And mourned hath every dweller in it? And come up as a flood hath all of it. And it hath been cast out, and hath sunk, Like the flood of Egypt.
9 Men pawòl Seyè a, Bondye a: Jou sa a, m'ap fè solèy la kouche gwo midi. Fènwa ap tonbe sou peyi a gwo lajounen.
And it hath come to pass in that day, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, I have caused the sun to go in at noon, And caused darkness on the land in a day of light,
10 M'ap fè nou sispann fè fèt. N'a nan gwo lapenn. M'ap fè nou sispann chante, n'a nan rele. M'ap fè nou mete rad sak kòlèt sou nou. N'a kale tèt nou. M'ap fè nou tonbe nan lapenn tankou moun k'ap kriye pou sèl pitit gason yo ki mouri. Se nan kè sere jounen sa a ap fini pou tout moun.
And have turned your festivals to mourning, And all your songs to lamentation, And caused sackcloth to come up on all loins, And on every head — baldness, And made it as a mourning [of] an only one, And its latter end as a day of bitterness.
11 Men yon jou gen pou rive. Jou sa a, mwen pral voye yon sèl grangou sou peyi a. Se p'ap dèyè pen pou yo manje, ni dèyè dlo pou yo bwè y'a kouri. Men, se mesaj ki soti nan bouch Seyè a y'a anvi tande. Se Seyè a menm ki di sa.
Lo, days are coming, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah, And I have sent a famine into the land, Not a famine of bread, nor a thirst of water But of hearing the words of Jehovah.
12 Lè sa a, moun va pran kouri soti nan n o al nan sid, soti nan lès al nan lwès. Y'a mache toupatou ap chache yon pawòl nan bouch Seyè a. Men, yo p'ap jwenn.
And they have wandered from sea unto sea, And from north even unto east, They go to and fro to seek the word of Jehovah, And they do not find.
13 Nan tan sa a, bèl jenn fi yo ak jenn gason yo va tonbe feblès paske yo p'ap jwenn sa y'ap pwonmennen chache a.
In that day faint do the fair virgins, And the young men, with thirst.
14 Kanta pou moun k'ap fè sèman sou Achima, zidòl peyi Samari a, moun sa yo k'ap plede di: Anverite bondye Dann lan! Anverite bondye Bècheba a! yo gen pou yo tonbe pou yo pa janm ka leve ankò.
Those swearing by the guilt of Samaria, And have said, Live doth thy god, O Dan, And, Live doth the way of Beer-Sheba, And they have fallen — and rise not again!'
