Mika 6

1 Muntie asɛm a Awurade reka: “Monsɔre na mommɔ mo nkuro wɔ mmepɔw no anim; momma nkoko nte nea mowɔ ka.

Here ye whiche thingis the Lord spekith. Rise thou, stryue thou bi doom ayens mounteyns, and litle hillis here thi vois.

2 “Na afei, mmepɔw, muntie Awurade sobo; tie, asase nnyinaso a ɛwɔ hɔ daa. Na Awurade wɔ asɛm a etia ne nkurɔfo; ɔrebɔ Israel sobo.

Mounteyns, and the stronge foundementis of erthe, here the doom of the Lord; for the doom of the Lord with his puple, and he schal be demyd with Israel.

3 “Me nkurɔfo, dɛn na mayɛ mo? Mede adesoa bi asoa mo? Mummua me!

Mi puple, what haue Y don to thee, ether what was Y greuouse to thee? Answere thou to me.

4 Miyii mo fii Misraim migyee mo fii nkoasom asase so. Mesomaa Mose bedii mo anim, Aaron ne Miriam nso.

For Y ledde thee out of the lond of Egipt, and of the hous of seruage Y delyuerede thee; and Y sente bifore thi face Moises, and Aaron, and Marye.

5 Me nkurɔfo, monkae afotu a Moabhene Balak mae ne mmuae a Beor babarima Balaam mae. Monkae mo kwan a mutu fii Sitim kɔɔ Gilgal, na munhu Awurade akwantrenee.”

My puple, bithenke, Y preie, what Balaac, kyng of Moab, thouyte, and what Balaam, sone of Beor, of Sethym, answeride to hym til to Galgala, that thou schuldist knowe the riytwisnesse of the Lord.

6 Dɛn na memfa mmra Awurade anim mmɛkotow ɔsorosoro Onyankopɔn no? Memfa nantwimma a wadi afe mmɛbɔ ɔhyew afɔre wɔ nʼanim ana?

What worthi thing schal Y offre to the Lord? schal Y bowe the knee to the hiye God? Whether Y schal offre to hym brent sacrifices, and calues of o yeer?

7 Awurade ani bɛsɔ adwennini mpempem ne ngodua mu ngo asuten mpem du ana? Memfa mʼabakan mmɔ me bɔne ho afɔre, anaa me yafunumma, me kra bɔne nti?

Whether God mai be paid in thousyndis of wetheris, ether in many thousyndis of fatte geet buckis? Whether Y schal yyue my firste bigetun for my greet trespas, the fruyt of my wombe for synne of my soule?

8 Ɔde nea eye akyerɛ wo, Ao onipa. Na dɛn na Awurade hwehwɛ afi wo hɔ? Yɛ adetrenee ne mmɔborɔhunu, na wo ne wo Nyankopɔn nnantew ahobrɛase mu.

Y schal schewe to thee, thou man, what is good, and what the Lord axith of thee; forsothe for to do doom, and for to loue merci, and be bisi for to walke with thi God.

9 Muntie! Awurade refrɛ kuropɔn no, Wo din suro yɛ nyansahu, “Muntie abaa no ne nea Ɔmaa no tumi no.

The vois of the Lord crieth to the citee, and heelthe schal be to alle men dredynge thi name. Ye lynagis, here; and who schal approue it?

10 Mo amumɔyɛfo, menkɔ so mma me werɛ mfi mo ahonya a monam asisi so apɛ, ne nkontompo susukoraa a ɛde nnome ba no ana?

Yit fier is in the hous of the vnpitouse man, the tresouris of wickidnesse, and a lesse mesure ful of wraththe.

11 Minnyae onipa a okura nsania a wɔamia mu, ne asisi nkaribo na ɔmfa ne ho nni ana?

Whether Y schal iustifie the wickid balaunce, and the gileful weiytis of litil sak,

12 Adefo a wɔwɔ mo mu no di akakabensɛm; mo nkurɔfo no yɛ atorofo na wɔn tɛkrɛma ka nnaadaasɛm.

in whiche riche men therof ben fillid with wickidnesse? And men dwellynge ther ynne spaken leesyng, and the tunge of hem was gileful in the mouth of hem.

13 Ɛno nti, mafi ase resɛe mo, Mo bɔne ahorow nti, mɛsɛe mo.

And Y therfor bigan for to smyte thee, in perdicioun on thi synnes.

14 Mubedidi, nanso moremmee; ɔkɔm bɛkɔ so ade mo. Mobɛboaboa ano, nanso ɛrenkosi hwee, efisɛ mede nea moakora no bɛma afoa.

Thou schalt ete, and schalt not be fillid, and thi mekyng is in the middil of thee; and thou schalt take, and schalt not saue; and which thou schalt saue, Y schal yyue in to swerd.

15 Mubedua nanso morentwa. Mubekyi ngodua mu ngo, nanso morensra bi, mubetiatia bobe so, nanso morennom nsa a mubenya afi mu no bi.

Thou schalt sowe, and schal not repe; thou schalt trede the `frut of oliue, and schalt not be anoyntid with oile; and must, and schalt not drynke wyn.

16 Moadi Omri mmara so. Moayɛ nea wɔyɛɛ wɔ Ahab fi. Moasua wɔn nneyɛe no bi, ɛno nti mɛma ɔsɛe aba mo so. Wɔbɛserew mo nkurɔfo; na amanaman bebu mo animtiaa.”

And thou keptist the heestis of Amry, and al the werk of the hous of Acab, and hast walkid in the lustis of hem, that Y schulde yyue thee in to perdicioun, and men dwellynge in it in to scornyng, and ye schulen bere the schenschipe of my puple.