Amòs 4
1 Tande pawòl sa a, nou menm, vach Basan k ap rete sou mòn Samarie yo, k ap oprime malere, k ap kraze sila ki nan bezwen yo, ki di a mari nou yo: “Pote bwason nou!”
Hear ye this word, ye heifers of Bashan, that are in the mountain of Samaria, who oppress the poor, who crush the needy, —who say to their lords, Bring in, and let us drink!
2 Senyè BONDYE a te sèmante pa sentete Li, “Gade byen, jou yo ap vini sou nou, lè yo va rache pran nou ak kwòk vyann, e dènye bout nan nou ak gaf pwason.
Sworn hath My Lord, Yahweh, by his own holiness, That lo! days, are coming upon you, —when he will take you away with hooks, and your followers with fishhooks;
3 Nou va sòti atravè brèch miray yo, nou chak tou dwat devan li a, e konsa, nou va jete nan sitadèl la,” deklare SENYÈ a.
And, through fissures, shall ye go out, every woman, straight before her, —and ye shall be thrust forth towards the castle, Declareth Yahweh.
4 “Antre nan Béthel pou fè peche; nan Guilgal pou miltipliye peche yo! Pote sakrifis nou yo chak maten, dim nou yo chak twa jou.
Enter ye Bethel, and transgress, At Gilgal, cause transgression, to abound, —Yea, carry in, every morning, your sacrifices, every three days, your tithes;
5 Ofri yon ofrann remèsiman, sitou sa ki gen ledven ladan, epi pwoklame ofrann bòn volonte yo. Fè l parèt wo pou moun wè! Paske se konsa nou renmen fè l, nou menm, fis Israël yo,” deklare SENYÈ a.
Yea, burn thou incense, of that which is leavened, as a thank-offering, and proclaim ye freewill-offerings, let them be known, —for, so, ye love [to have it], ye sons of Israel, Declareth My Lord, Yahweh.
6 “Men Mwen te bay nou anplis, dan netwaye nan tout vil nou yo, ak mank pen tout kote. Malgre sa, nou pa t retounen vin jwenn Mwen,” deklare SENYÈ a.
Moreover also, I, have given you cleanness of teeth throughout all your cities, and want of bread throughout all your dwelling-places, —Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
7 Anplis de sa, Mwen te fè lapli sispann pandan te gen twa mwa ankò avan rekòlt la. Konsa, Mwen te voye lapli nan yon vil pandan Mwen te refize li nan yon lòt. Yon pati te jwenn lapli, pandan pati ki pa t resevwa lapli a te seche.
Moreover also, I, have withholden from you the abundant rain, when yet there were only three mouths to the harvest, Or I might rain upon one city, and, on another city, might not rain, —One portion, would be rained upon, and, the portion whereupon it should not rain, would be dried up;
8 Konsa, de oswa twa vil te kilbite rive nan yon lòt pou bwè dlo, men yo pa t satisfè; malgre sa, nou pa t retounen vin jwenn Mwen, deklare SENYÈ a.
Then would two or three cities totter to one city to drink water, without being satisfied, —Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
9 Mwen te frape nou ak van cho, ak lakanni; epi cheni te devore jaden ak chan rezen nou yo, pye figye etranje ak pye doliv yo. Malgre sa, nou pa t retounen vin jwenn Mwen,” deklare SENYÈ a.
I have smitten you with blight and with mildew, When your gardens and your vineyards and your fig-trees and your olive-trees have increased, the creeping locust would devour them, —Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
10 “Mwen te voye yon epidemi nan mitan nou, tankou sa ki te konn rive an Égypte yo. Mwen te touye jenn mesye nou yo ak nepe, e te retire cheval nou yo. E Mwen te fè movèz odè kan ou monte antre nan nen nou. Malgre sa, nou pa t retounen vin jwenn Mwen,” deklare SENYÈ a.
I have sent among you pestilence, in the manner of Egypt, I have slain, with the sword, your young men, and therewith have been taken captive your horses, And I have caused to ascend—the stench of your camps, even into your own nostrils, Yet ye have not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
11 “Mwen te boulvèse kèk nan nou nèt, jan Bondye te boulvèse Sodome ak Gomorrhe. Nou te tankou yon bout bwa byen cho ki te rache soti nan dife; malgre sa, nou pa t retounen vin jwenn Mwen,” deklare SENYÈ a.
I have made an overthrew among you, like the divine overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah, and ye have become like a brand snatched out of the burning, —Yet hate ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
12 “Akoz sa, se konsa Mwen va fè ou, O Israël! Paske se sa Mwen va fè ou; prepare pou rankontre Bondye ou a, O Israël.
Therefore, thus, will I do unto thee, O Israel, —Because this thing I will do unto thee, Prepare to meet thy God, O Israel.
13 Paske gade byen, Sila ki fòme mòn yo, ki kreye van an, e ki deklare a lòm tout refleksyon li yo; sila ki fè jou leve nan fènwa a, e ki foule wo plas sou latè yo; SENYÈ Bondye dèzame yo, se non Li.”
For lo! He that fashioned the mountains, and created the wind, and who telleth the son of earth what is his thought, who turneth dawn into darkness, and marcheth upon the high places of the earth, Yahweh, God of hosts, is his name!
