Amosi 8
1 Tala makambo oyo Nkolo Yawe alakisaki ngai: kitunga etonda na bambuma etela.
The Lord God showed me this: a basket of summer fruit.
2 Atunaki ngai: — Amosi, ozali komona nini? Nazongisaki: — Nazali komona kitunga etonda na bambuma etela. Yawe alobaki na ngai: — Tango ekoki mpo na bato na Ngai, Isalaele; pamba te nakolimbisa bango lisusu te.
“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 Na mokolo wana, banzembo ya esengo kati na bandako ekobongwana bileli, elobi Nkolo Yawe. Bakobwaka bibembe ebele bipai na bipai mpe bakosalela bango matanga te.
The singing women in the palace will howl on that day, says the Lord: Corpses everywhere, thrown out in silence.
4 Boyoka makambo oyo, bino bato oyo bonyokolaka bato bakelela mpe bonyataka babola kati na mokili.
Listen to this, you who trample on the needy, who oppress the poor of the earth,
5 Bozali koloba: « Feti ya ebandeli ya sanza ekoleka tango nini mpo ete toteka ble na biso? Tango nini mokolo ya Saba ekosila mpo ete tofungola bibombelo na biso ya ble? » Tokosalela bakopo ya mike mpo ete tomatisa talo, mpe tokosalela bimekelo ya lokuta.
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 Tokosomba mobola na palata mpe moto akelela na motuya ya mapapa mibale, bongo tokoteka ata basalite ya ble.
mixing the sweepings in with the wheat. Then we can buy the poor for money, the needy for a pair of shoes.
7 Mpo na lolendo ya Jakobi, Yawe alapi ndayi na maloba oyo: « Nakobosana misala na bango ata moko te.
Now the Lord has taken an oath by the Pride of Jacob: I will never forget all their deeds!
8 Mpo na yango, mokili ekolenga, mpe bato na yango nyonso bakozala na matanga. Mokili mobimba ekotomboka lokola ebale Nili oyo etondi na mayi; ekokoma koningana-ningana mpe ekokita lokola ebale ya Ejipito.
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 Na mokolo wana, » elobi Nkolo Yawe, « nakosala ete moyi elala na midi, mpe nakoyeisa molili na mokili na moyi makasi.
On that day, says the Lord God, I will make the sun set at noon and darken the earth in broad daylight.
10 Nakokomisa mikolo ya bafeti na bino mikolo ya matanga, banzembo na bino ya esengo banzembo ya mawa. Nakosala ete bino nyonso bolata basaki, mpe bakokokola bino suki ya moto. Nakoyeisa matanga kati na mokili lokola matanga ya libota oyo esili kokufisa mwana se moko oyo bazalaki na ye, mpe suka na yango ekozala bobele se pasi makasi.
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 Na mikolo ekoya, » elobi Nkolo Yawe, « nakotinda nzala makasi kati na mokili; ekozala te nzala ya bilei to posa ya mayi, kasi ekozala nzala ya koyoka Liloba na Yawe.
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 Bato bakotelengana na bibale nyonso, bakoyengayenga longwa na nor kino na este mpo na koluka Liloba na Yawe, kasi bakotikala komona yango te.
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 Na mokolo wana, bilenge basi ya kitoko mpe mibali ya makasi bakokufa na posa ya mayi.
In that day beautiful girls and strong young men will faint from thirst.
14 Bato oyo balapaka ndayi na kombo ya nzambe ya ekeko ya Samari mpe balobaka: ‹ Dani, lokola nzambe na yo azali na bomoi › to ‹ lokola nzambe ya Beri-Sheba azali na bomoi, › bakokweya mpe bakotelema lisusu te. »
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.
