Amòs 7

1 Konsa Senyè BONDYE a te montre m e gade byen, Li t ap fòme yon gwo rafal krikèt nan lè jaden prentan an te kòmanse boujonnen an. Epi gade byen, rekòlt la te fèt nan lè wa a te fin koupe zèb la.

Here, My Lord, Yahweh gave me to see, and lo! he was preparing the locust, in the beginning of the shooting up of the after-grass, —and lo! after-grass, cometh after the mowings for the king.

2 Epi li te vin rive lè li te fin manje tout plant peyi a, ke m te di: “Senyè BONDYE, souple, padone! Kòman Jacob ka kanpe? Li tèlman piti!”

And it came to pass, when they had made an end of eating the herbage of the land, that I said—Oh, My Lord, Yahweh, forgive, I beseech thee: By whom shall Jacob, arise? for, small, he is.

3 SENYÈ a te repanti de sa. “Sa p ap rive,” SENYÈ a te di.

Grieved was Yahweh, over this, —It shall not be, said Yahweh?

4 Konsa Senyè BONDYE a te montre mwen, e gade byen, Senyè BONDYE a t ap rele pou jijman an ak dife a. Li te devore tout gwo pwofondè a, e te kòmanse devore tèren nan.

Here, My Lord, Yahweh gave me to see, and lo! My Lord Yahweh proclaiming that, the controversy should be settled by fire, —which, having devoured the mighty roaring deep, should devour the inheritance.

5 Epi mwen te di: “Senyè, souple, sispann! Kòman Jacob ka kanpe? Li tèlman piti!”

Then said I, My Lord, Yahweh, forbear, I beseech thee, By whom shall Jacob, arise? for, small, he is.

6 SENYÈ a te repanti de sa. “Sa a tou, p ap rive”, Senyè BONDYE a te di.

Grieved was Yahweh, over this, —Even this, shall not be, said My Lord, Yahweh.

7 Konsa Li te monte m, e gade byen, Senyè a te kanpe akote yon mi ki monte ak yon filaplon nan men L.

Here, he gave me to see, and lo! My Lord, stationed upon a pinnacle, —and, in his hand a plummet.

8 SENYÈ a te di m: “Se kisa ou wè, Amos?” Mwen te di: “Yon filaplon.” Konsa, Senyè a te di: “Gade byen, Mwen prèt pou plase yon filaplon nan mitan pèp Mwen an, Israël. Mwen p ap kite yo chape ankò.

And Yahweh said unto me, What canst thou see, Amos? And I said, A plummet, —Then said My Lord, Behold me! fixing a plummet in the midst of my people Israel, I will not again any more forgive him.

9 Wo plas Isaac yo va vin abandone, e sanktyè Israël yo va vin kraze nèt. Answit, Mwen va leve kont lakay Jéroboam ak nepe.”

So shall the high places of Isaac, be made desolate, and, the holy places of Israel, be laid waste, —and I will rise up, against the house of Jeroboam, with the sword.

10 Konsa, Amatsia, prèt Béthel la te voye pawòl kote Jéroboam, wa Israël la. Li te di: “Amos te fè konplo kont ou nan mitan kay Israël la. Peyi a p ap ka sipòte tout pawòl li yo.

Then sent Amaziah, the priest of Bethel, unto Jeroboam king of Israel, saying: A conspiracy hath Amos, raised against thee, in the midst of the house of Israel, The land, is not able to endure, all his words;

11 Paske konsa Amos di: ‘Jéroboam va mouri pa nepe a, e Israël va anverite kite peyi li pou ale an egzil.’”

For, thus, saith Amos, By the sword, shall Jeroboam, die, —and, Israel, shall, surely be exiled, from off his own soil.

12 Amatsia te di a Amos: “Ale, ou menm ki divinò, sove ale nan peyi Juda. Manje pen e pwofetize la!

Then said Amaziah unto Amos, O seer, go flee thee away unto the land of Judah—and eat, there, bread, and, there, mayest thou prophesy;

13 Men pa pwofetize nan Béthel, paske se sanktyè ak rezidans la a wa a!”

But, at Bethel, not again, any more, mayest thou prophesy, —for, the holy place of the king, it is, and, the house of the kingdom, it is.

14 Konsa, Amos te reponn a Amatsia: “Mwen pa t yon pwofèt, ni mwen pa t fis a yon pwofèt; men mwen te yon gadyen bèt ak yon kiltivatè pye fig frans.

Then answered Amos, and said unto Amaziah, No prophet, was I, —nor the son of a prophet, was I, —but, a herdman, was I, and a preparer of sycamore fruit;

15 Men SENYÈ a te retire mwen soti dèyè bann mouton an, e SENYÈ a te di mwen: ‘Ale pwofetize a pèp Mwen an, Israël.’

But Yahweh, took me away, from following the flock, —and Yahweh, said unto me, Go prophesy against my people Israel.

16 Konsa, tande pawòl SENYÈ a: “W ap di: ‘Ou pa pou pwofetize kont Israël, ni ou pa pou pale kont lakay Isaac.’

Now, therefore, hear thou the word of Yahweh, —Thou art saying, Thou must not prophesy concerning Israel, nor let thy word drop down upon the house of Isaac.

17 Akoz sa, SENYÈ a di: ‘Madanm ou va devni yon pwostitiye nan vil la, fis ou yo ak fi ou yo va tonbe pa nepe, peyi ou a va divize ak yon lign apantaj, e ou menm, ou va mouri nan yon peyi ki pa pwòp. Anplis, Israël va anverite kite peyi li a pou li ale an egzil.’”

Therefore—Thus, saith Yahweh, Thy wife, in the city, will commit unchastity, and, thy sons and thy daughters, by the sword, shall fall, and, thine own soil, by line, shall he apportioned, —and, thou, on a polluted soil, shalt die, and, Israel, shall, surely go into exile, away from his own soil.