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.
The Lord God showed me this: a basket of summer 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.”
“What do you see, Amos?” he asked. I replied, “A basket of ripe summer fruit.” Then the Lord said to me: The time is ripe for my people Israel, I will no longer overlook their crimes.
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!”
The singing women in the palace will howl on that day, says the Lord: Corpses everywhere, thrown out in silence.
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 on the needy, who oppress the poor of the earth,
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.
saying: When will the feast of the new moon be over so that we may sell grain? And the sabbath ended so that we may offer wheat for sale? Reducing the measure and increasing the price, cheating with false 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.
mixing the sweepings in with the wheat. Then we can buy the poor for money, the needy for a pair of shoes.
7 Onyenwe anyị ewerela nganga Jekọb ṅụọ iyi, “Nʼezie, agaghị m echefu, ọ bụladị otu nʼime ọrụ niile ha rụrụ.”
Now the Lord has taken an oath by the Pride of Jacob: I will never forget all their deeds!
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.
Because of this won’t the land quake, and all its inhabitants mourn? Won’t the whole of it rise like the Nile, churn and subside like the Nile in Egypt?
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, says the Lord God, I will make the sun set at noon and darken the earth in broad daylight.
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 feasts into mourning, all your songs into dirges. I will cause you to dress in sackcloth, every head shaved. I will make you mourn like you have lost your only son, all that happens will end in bitterness.
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 day is coming, says the Lord God, when I will send hunger in the land. Not a famine of bread or thirst for water, but for hearing the message 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.
Then they will wander from sea to sea, from the north to the east, to seek a message from 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.
In that day beautiful girls and strong young men will faint 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 take oaths by the shameful idol of Samaria, who swear, ‘As surely as your God lives, O Dan!’ and, ‘By the sacred way to Beer-sheba!’ – they will fall and never rise again.
