Emọs 6
1 Ahụhụ dịrị ndị ahụ na-enweghị nsogbu nʼime Zayọn, na ndị ahụ na-ebi nʼizuoke nʼugwu Sameria, bụ ndị a maara aha ha na isi mba nke mba niile, ndị agbụrụ Izrel niile na-abịakwute.
Sorrow awaits who are carefree in Zion, overconfident on the mountain of Samaria! The elite of this, the best of nations, on whom the people of Israel rest their hopes!
2 Gaanụ Kalne, ka unu lee ya anya, site nʼebe ahụ unu jeruo Hamat, obodo ukwu ahụ, mgbe ahụ unu gbada jeruokwa Gat nke dị na Filistia Ha ọ kacha alaeze abụọ unu mma? Ka ala ha ọ karịrị ndị nke unu?
You say to the people: Cross over to Calneh and see, go from there to Hamath the great, then go down to Gath of the Philistines: Are they better than these kingdoms? Is their territory larger than yours?
3 Unu na-ewezuga ụbọchị ọjọọ ahụ ma na-eme ka ụbọchị ihe ike bịa ngwangwa.
You push away all thoughts of the evil day, yet have instituted a rule of violence.
4 Azịgba unu ndị na-edina nʼelu akwa ọdụ enyi, na-agbatị onwe ha nʼelu ihe ndina ha, na-erikwa anụ ụmụ atụrụ dị mma na ụmụ ehi e mere ka ha gbaa abụba.
They lie on ivory couches, sprawl on their divans, eat choice lambs from the flock, and fattened calves from the stall.
5 Ndị na-abụ abụ nke na-abaghị nʼụda ụbọ akwara, ma were aka ha rụọra onwe ha ngwa egwu dịka Devid mere.
They idly sing to the sound of the lyre, thinking themselves songwriters like David,
6 Unu na-aṅụ mmanya site nʼọba; na-ete mmanụ makarịsịrị mma, ma ịla nʼiyi nke Josef adịghị ewute ha.
they drink bowlfuls of wine, and anoint themselves with the finest of oil. But they do not grieve over the ruin of Joseph.
7 Nʼihi ya, unu ga-abụ ndị a ga-ebu ụzọ mee ka ha jee biri nʼala ndị ọzọ. Na mberede, oke oriri unu na idina ala setịa onwe unu ga-akwụsị.
Therefore now they must go into exile at the head of the captives, and hushed will be the revelry of the sprawlers.
8 Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị ewerela onwe ya ṅụọ iyi, Onyenwe anyị Chineke Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile ekwupụtala sị, “Ihe arụ ka mfụli elu nke Jekọb bụrụ m; ana m akpọkwa ebe ya niile e wusiri ike asị. Nʼihi ya, aghaghị m iwere obodo a na ihe niile dị ya nʼime nyefee nʼaka ndị ọzọ.”
The Lord God, the Lord, the God of hosts, has sworn by himself: I abhor the pride of Jacob, I hate his palaces, therefore I will deliver up the city and all that is in it to their enemies.
9 Ma ọ bụrụ na mmadụ iri afọdụ nʼime otu ụlọ, ha niile aghaghị ịnwụ.
If ten people remain in one house, then they will die.
10 Ma ọ bụrụ na nwanna, bụ onye nke na-aga ịkpọ anụ ahụ ndị a ọkụ, abata ibupụ ha nʼezi, ọ jụọ otu onye nọ nʼime ime ụlọ ahụ sị, “O nwere onye ọzọ gị na ya nọ?” Onye ahụ zaa, “Ọ dịghị,” mgbe ahụ nwanna ahụ ga-asị, “Nọọ jụụ. Anyị agaghị akpọ aha Onyenwe anyị.”
When the uncle and another member of the family of a dead man come to carry the body out of the house for burial, they will call to someone in a corner of the house, “Any more there?” and he will answer, “No”, and then he will add, “Be quiet!” – for the name of the Lord must not be mentioned.
11 Nʼihi na lee, Onyenwe anyị e nyela iwu. Ọ ghaghị itikpọsị ụlọ ukwu ndị ahụ, tiriekwa ụlọ nta ndị ahụ niile.
Look! The Lord is giving the command! He will smash the large house to bits, the small house into fragments.
12 Ịnyịnya ọ na-agba ọsọ nʼelu nkume? Mmadụ ọ na-eji ehi abụọ e jikọtara ọnụ akọ elu osimiri? Ma unu atụgharịala ikpe ziri ezi mee ya ka ọ ghọọ nsi, mkpụrụ nke ezi omume ka unu mekwara ka ọ ghọọ ihe ilu.
Do horses gallop on crags? Does one plough the sea with oxen? Yet you turn justice into poison weed, and the fruit of righteousness into bitter wormwood.
13 Unu ndị na-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼihi na unu meriri obodo Lo Deba, ndị na-asị, “Ọ bụghị site nʼike aka anyị ka anyị nwetakwara Kanaịm?”
You who are so proud of capturing Lo-debar, who say, “Have we not by our own strength taken Karnaim for ourselves?”
14 “Ma lee, aghaghị m ime ka otu mba bilie imegide unu, ụlọ Izrel,” otu a ka Onyenwe anyị Chineke Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile kwubiri ya. “Ha ga-emekpa unu ahụ site nʼụzọ niile site na Lebo Hamat ruo ndagwurugwu Araba.”
I am now raising up against you, Israel, a nation, says the Lord, the God of hosts. They will oppress you, from the entrance of Hamath to the brook of the Arabah.
