Emọs 8
1 Ihe a ka Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị gosiri m. Otu nkata nke mkpụrụ osisi ọkọchị chara acha jupụtara.
This is what the Lord God showed me. I saw a basket of fruit.
2 Ọ sịrị m, “Emọs, gịnị ka ị na-ahụ?” A sịrị m: “Otu nkata nke mkpụrụ osisi chara acha jupụtara nʼime ya.” Mgbe ahụ, Onyenwe anyị sịrị m, “Oge ọgwụgwụ abịakwasịla ndị m, Izrel. Agaghị m ewezugakwa ntaramahụhụ dịrị ha.”
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 Otu a ka Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị kwupụtara, “Nʼụbọchị ahụ, abụ niile nke a na-abụ nʼime ụlọnsọ ukwu ga-aghọ iti mkpu akwa. Ọtụtụ, ọtụtụ ozu ndị nwụrụ anwụ, nʼebe niile ọbụla ka atụpụsịrị ha! Mkpọtụ ọbụla adịghịkwa!”
On that day the Temple songs will become sorrowful wailing. There will be dead bodies scattered everywhere. Silence!” declares the Lord.
4 Nụrụnụ nke a, unu ndị na-azọpịa ndị mkpa na-akpa, na-emekwa ka ụmụ ogbenye dị nʼala a gwụsịa,
Listen to this, you who trample down the needy, and wipe out the poor of the land.
5 na-asị, “Olee mgbe ọnwa ọhụrụ ga-agafe ka anyị ree mkpụrụ ubi, na mgbe ụbọchị izuike ga-agwụ ka anyị ree ọka wiiti?” Ka anyị jiri ihe ọtụtụ dị nta, na ibuli ọnụ ngwa ahịa elu, na aghụghọ site nʼiji ihe ọtụtụ na-ezughị ezu.
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 Jiri ọlaọcha zụta ụmụ ogbenye, jirikwa akpụkpọụkwụ abụọ anyị zụta ndị mkpa na-akpa, ma reekọta ọka wiiti anyị zachatara nʼala ya na ezi ọka wiiti.
You buy the poor for silver, the needy for a pair of sandals, and you sell grain mixed with chaff.
7 Onyenwe anyị ewerela nganga Jekọb ṅụọ iyi, “Nʼezie, agaghị m echefu, ọ bụladị otu nʼime ọrụ niile ha rụrụ.”
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 Ọ bụ na ala agaghị ama jijiji nʼihi nke a, ndị niile bi nʼime ya ha agaghị eru ụjụ? Ala a niile ga-etoju dịka osimiri Naịl, a ga-eme ka ọ magharịa malie elu, ma tachaa dịka iyi Ijipt.
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 “Ma nʼụbọchị ahụ,” otu a ka Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị kwubiri ya, “Aga m eme ka anyanwụ daa nʼetiti ehihie, ime ka ọchịchịrị dịrị nʼetiti oke ehihie nke ụbọchị.
On that day, declares the Lord God, I will make the sun go down at noon, and darken the land during the daytime.
10 Aghaghị m ime ka ụbọchị oke oriri unu ghọọ ụbọchị iru ụjụ; gbanwee abụ unu niile ka ha ghọọ abụ akwa. Aga m eme ka onye ọbụla nʼime unu yiri akwa mkpe, meekwa ka unu kpụchaa isi unu. Aga m eme ka ụbọchị ahụ dịrị ka ụbọchị a na-eru ụjụ, nʼihi otu mkpụrụ nwa nwoke nwụrụ anwụ. Ọgwụgwụ ya ga-adịka ụbọchị na-elu ilu ilu.
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 “Lee, ụbọchị ndị ahụ na-abịa,” otu a ka Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị kwubiri ya, “mgbe m ga-eziga oke ụnwụ nʼelu ala, ọ bụghị ụnwụ nke nri maọbụ nke akpịrị ịkpọ nkụ nke mmiri, kama ọ bụ oke ụnwụ nke ịnụ okwu niile nke Onyenwe anyị.
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 Ha ga-awagharị site nʼotu osimiri ruo nʼosimiri ọzọ, sitekwa nʼugwu ruo nʼọwụwa anyanwụ; ha ga-agbagharị nʼelu na ala ịchọ okwu Onyenwe anyị, ma ha agaghị achọta ya.
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 “Nʼụbọchị ahụ, “ụmụ agbọghọ ndị mara mma ile anya, na ụmụ okorobịa ndị dị ike ga-ada mba nʼihi akpịrị ịkpọ nkụ.
On that day, even the beautiful girls and healthy young men will collapse from thirst.
14 Ndị ahụ na-eji mmehie Sameria na-aṅụ iyi, ndị na-asị, ‘Dịka chi gị na-adị ndụ, gị Dan,’ nakwa, ‘Ebe ọ bụ na chi ndị Bịasheba na-adị ndụ,’ ha ga-ada, ha agakwaghị ebilite ọzọ.”
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.
