Amos 6
1 Nnome nka mo a mugye mo ho di wɔ Sion, ne mo a mo asom adwo mo wɔ Samaria bepɔw so, mo atitiriw a mowɔ ɔman a edi kan mu, a Israelfo ba mo nkyɛn!
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 Monkɔ Kalne nkɔhwɛ hɔ. Na mumfi hɔ nkɔ Hamat kɛse mu, munsian nkɔ Gat a ɛwɔ Filistia. Woye sen mo ahemman abien no? Wɔn asase no so sen mo de no ana?
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 Mutu da bɔne hyɛ da na motwe atemmuda bɛn.
You push away all thoughts of the evil day, yet have instituted a rule of violence.
4 Modeda asonse mpa so mugye mo ahome wɔ mo nnae mu, na mowe nguantenmma ne nantwimma a wɔadodɔ srade nam.
They lie on ivory couches, sprawl on their divans, eat choice lambs from the flock, and fattened calves from the stall.
5 Mode mo sankuten to ahuhunnwom, na mobɔ mo tirim yɛ nnwom wɔ mo nnwontode so te sɛ Dawid.
They idly sing to the sound of the lyre, thinking themselves songwriters like David,
6 Monom nsa wɔ nkora mu na mode sradehuam papa yɛ mo ho, na munni awerɛhow wɔ Yosef sɛe ho.
they drink bowlfuls of wine, and anoint themselves with the finest of oil. But they do not grieve over the ruin of Joseph.
7 Ɛno nti, mobɛka wɔn a wodi kan twa wɔn asu no ho; na mo aponto ne mo ahomegye to betwa.
Therefore now they must go into exile at the head of the captives, and hushed will be the revelry of the sprawlers.
8 Otumfo Awurade aka ne ho ntam na nea Asafo Awurade Nyankopɔn se ni: “Mikyi Yakob ahomaso na mempɛ nʼaban; mede kuropɔn no bɛma ne nea ɛwɔ mu nyinaa.”
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 Sɛ wogyaw nnipa du wɔ ofi baako mu a, wɔn nso bewuwu.
If ten people remain in one house, then they will die.
10 Na sɛ obusuani a ɔrebɛhyew awufo no ba sɛ ɔrebɛfa wɔn afi fie hɔ na obisa obi a wakɔtɛw se, “Obi ka wo ho ana?” Na obua se, “Dabi” a, afei ɔbɛka se, “Mua wʼano!” Ɛnsɛ sɛ wɔbɔ Awurade din.
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 Na Awurade ahyɛ mmara na obebubu afi akɛse no mu asinasin ne afi nketewa no nso mu nketenkete.
Look! The Lord is giving the command! He will smash the large house to bits, the small house into fragments.
12 Apɔnkɔ tu mmirika wɔ abotan a apaapae so ana? Na obi de nantwi funtum hɔ ana? Nanso moadan atɛntrenee ayɛ no awuduru. Na trenee nso ayɛ nwenweenwen.
Do horses gallop on crags? Does one plow the sea with oxen? Yet you turn justice into poison weed, and the fruit of righteousness into bitter wormwood.
13 Mo a mo ani gye Lo-debar nkogu ho, na mubisa se, “Ɛnyɛ yɛn ahoɔden na yɛde dii Karnaim so ana?”
You who are so proud of capturing Lo-debar, who say, ‘Have we not by our own strength taken Karnaim for ourselves?’
14 Nea Asafo Awurade Nyankopɔn se ni: “Mɛhwanyan ɔman bi abetia mo, Israelfo, nea ɔbɛhyɛ mo so afi Lebo Hamat akosi Araba bon mu.”
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.
