Amos 6
1 Nnome nka mo a mogye mo ho die wɔ Sion, ne mo a mo asom adwo mo wɔ Samaria bepɔ so, mo atitire a mowɔ ɔman dikanfoɔ mu, a Israelfoɔ 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 momfiri hɔ nkɔ Hamat kɛseɛ mu, monsiane nkɔ Gat a ɛwɔ Filistia. Wɔyɛ sene mo ahemman mmienu no? Wɔn asase no so sene mo deɛ no anaa?
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 Motu ɛda bɔne hyɛ ɛda na motwe Atemmuo da bɛn.
You push away all thoughts of the evil day, yet have instituted a rule of violence.
4 Modeda asonse mpa so mogye mo ahome wɔ mo nnaeɛ mu, na mowe nnwammaa ne anantwie mma a wɔadɔre sradeɛ 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 ahuhudwom, na mobɔ mo tirim yɛ nnwom wɔ mo nnwontodeɛ so te sɛ Dawid.
They idly sing to the sound of the lyre, thinking themselves songwriters like David,
6 Monom nsã nkorama mu na mode sradehwam papa yɛ mo ho, na monni awerɛhoɔ wɔ Yosef sɛeɛ 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 enti, mobɛka atukɔfoɔ a wɔdi ɛkan no ho; na mo apontoɔ ne mo ahomegyeɛ to bɛtwa.
Therefore now they must go into exile at the head of the captives, and hushed will be the revelry of the sprawlers.
8 Otumfoɔ Awurade aka ne ho ntam na deɛ Asafo Awurade Onyankopɔn seɛ nie: “Mekyiri Yakob ahomasoɔ na memmpɛ nʼaban; mede kuropɔn no bɛma ɛne deɛ 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 wogya nnipa edu wɔ efie baako mu a, wɔn nso bɛwuwu.
If ten people remain in one house, then they will die.
10 Na sɛ obusuani a ɔrebɛhye awufoɔ no ba sɛ ɔrebɛfa wɔn afiri efie hɔ na ɔbisa obi a wakɔtɛ sɛ, “Obi ka wo ho anaa?” Na ɔbuaa sɛ, “Dabi” a, afei ɔbɛka sɛ, “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 ɔbɛbubu afie akɛseɛ no mu asinasini ne afie 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 anaa? Na obi de nantwie funtum hɔ anaa? Nanso, moadane atɛntenenee ayɛ no awuduro. Na tenenee nso ayɛ nwononwono.
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 moani gye Lo-debar nkoguo ho, na mobisa sɛ, “Ɛnyɛ yɛn ahoɔden na yɛde dii Karnaim so anaa?”
You who are so proud of capturing Lo-debar, who say, ‘Have we not by our own strength taken Karnaim for ourselves?’
14 Deɛ Asafo Awurade Onyankopɔn seɛ nie: “Mɛhwanyan ɔman bi abɛtia mo, Ao Israelfoɔ, deɛ ɔbɛhyɛ mo so firi Lebo Hamat akɔsi Araba bɔnhwa 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.
