Amòs 8
1 Konsa Senyè BONDYE a te montre mwen, e gade byen, te gen yon panyen fwi gran sezon.
This is what the Lord God showed me. I saw a basket of fruit.
2 Li te di: “Kisa ou wè, Amos?” Epi mwen te di: “Yon panyen fwi gran sezon.” Konsa, SENYÈ a te di mwen: “Lafen gen tan rive pou pèp Mwen an, Israël. Mwen p ap pwoteje yo ankò.
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 Kantik a tanp la va tounen chan lamantasyon nan jou sa a,” deklare Senyè BONDYE a. “Kadav yo va anpil. Nan chak andwa, yo va jete yo deyò an silans.
On that day the Temple songs will become sorrowful wailing. There will be dead bodies scattered everywhere. Silence!” declares the Lord.
4 Tande sa, nou menm k ap vale malere yo nèt, pou mete fen a tout pòv yo,
Listen to this, you who trample down the needy, and wipe out the poor of the land.
5 ka p di: ‘Kilè nouvèl lin nan ap fini pou nou ka vann sereyal la? Ak Saba a pou nou ka ouvri mache ble a? N ap fè efa a pi piti, e sik la pi gwo. Anplis, n ap twonpe ak balans malonèt,
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 pou achte sila ki san sekou a pou lajan, ak malere a pou de grenn sapat. Menm balizaj ble a n ap vann!’”
You buy the poor for silver, the needy for a pair of sandals, and you sell grain mixed with chaff.
7 SENYÈ a te sèmante pa glwa Jacob la: “Anverite, Mwen p ap janm bliye okenn nan zak yo.
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 Akoz sa, èske peyi a p ap pran tranble, e tout moun ki rete ladann p ap fè lamantasyon? Anverite, tout peyi a va leve tankou Rivyè Nil la. Li va vin ajite toupatou e bese tankou Rivyè Égypte la.
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 Li va vin rive nan jou sa a”, deklare Senyè BONDYE a, ke Mwen va fè solèy la desann a midi, e mwen va fè tè a nan fènwa nan plen jounen.
On that day, declares the Lord God, I will make the sun go down at noon, and darken the land during the daytime.
10 Answit, Mwen va fè fèt nou yo vin tounen dèy; tout chan lajwa nou yo va tounen lamantasyon. Mwen va fè nou pote twal sak sou senti a tout moun, ak tèt chòv sou tout tèt. Mwen va fè li tankou yon moman dèy pou yon sèl fis inik, e lafen li tankou yon jou anmè.
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 “Gade byen, jou yo ap vini,” deklare Senyè BONDYE a, “lè Mwen va voye gwo grangou sou peyi a, pa yon grangou pou pen oswa pou dlo, men pou koute pawòl SENYÈ a.
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 Pèp la va kilbite tou egare sòti nan yon lanmè pou rive nan lòt lanmè, e sòti nan nò pou rive menm nan lès; yo va gaye toupatou pou chache pawòl SENYÈ a, men yo p ap jwenn li.
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 Nan jou sa a, bèl tifi vyèj yo ak jennonm yo va vin endispoze akoz swaf la.
On that day, even the beautiful girls and healthy young men will collapse from thirst.
14 Menm jan pou sila ki sèmante pa peche Samarie a, ki di: ‘Jan dye ou a vivan an, O Dan!’ e ‘Jan chemen Beer-Schéba vivan an’; yo va tonbe e yo p ap leve ankò.”
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.
