Amos 8
1 Afei, deɛ Otumfoɔ Awurade yi kyerɛɛ me nie: kɛntɛn a aduaba a abereɛ wɔ mu.
This is what the Lord God showed me. I saw a basket of fruit.
2 Ɔbisaa sɛ, “Ɛdeɛn na wohunu, Amos?” Mebuaa sɛ, “Kɛntɛn a wɔde nnuaba a abereɛ ahyɛ no ma.” Ɛna Awurade ka kyerɛɛ me sɛ, “Me nkurɔfoɔ Israelfoɔ berɛ no aso; meremfa wɔn ho nnkyɛ wɔn bio.”
He asked me, “What do you see, Amos?” I said, “A basket of fruit.” Then the Lord told me, “This is the end of my people Israel! I won't ignore their sins anymore.
3 Sɛdeɛ Otumfoɔ Awurade seɛ nie, “Saa ɛda no, asɔrefie nnwontoɔ bɛdane menabɔ. Wɔbɛbɔ afunu bebree apete baabiara! Enti yɛ komm!”
On that day the Temple songs will become sorrowful wailing. There will be dead bodies scattered everywhere. Silence!” declares the Lord.
4 Montie saa asɛm yi, mo a motiatia mmɔborɔwafoɔ so, na mopam ahiafoɔ firi wɔn asase so,
Listen to this, you who trample down the needy, and wipe out the poor of the land.
5 na moka sɛ, “Ɛberɛ bɛn na ɔbosome foforɔ bɛtwam ama yɛatɔn aduane, na Homeda bɛba awieeɛ ama yɛadi ayuo dwa?” Sɛ mobɛhyɛ susukora mu na moatoto ɛboɔ so na mode nsania a wɔamia mu asisi atɔfoɔ,
You who ask, “When will the holy day be over so we can get back to selling grain? When will the Sabbath be over so we can open our storehouses, and cheat people with short measures and unfair scales?”
6 na mode dwetɛ atɔ ahiafoɔ na mmɔborɔwafoɔ nso moatɔn wɔn agye mpaboa, na moapra ayuo ase afra ayuo mu atɔn.
You buy the poor for silver, the needy for a pair of sandals, and you sell grain mixed with chaff.
7 Awurade de Yakob ahohoahoa aka ntam sɛ: “Me werɛ remfiri biribiara a wɔayɛ da.
The Lord God, of whom the descendants of Jacob are so proud, has sworn an oath: I will never forget the evil you have done.
8 “Asase renwoso wɔ deɛ asie yi ho anaa, na wɔn a wɔte mu nyinaa ntwa adwo anaa? Asase no nyinaa bɛpagya ne ho te sɛ Nil ɛbubu afa so, na asane atwe bio te sɛ Misraim asubɔnten.”
Shall not the land tremble because of this, and everyone who lives there mourn? The earth will rise up like the Nile river in flood, be tossed around, and then fall again.
9 Sɛdeɛ Otumfoɔ Awurade seɛ nie, “Saa ɛda no, mɛma owia atɔ owigyinaeɛ, na mama esum aduru asase so awia ketee.
On that day, declares the Lord God, I will make the sun go down at noon, and darken the land during the daytime.
10 Mɛdane mo nyamesom apontoɔ ama ayɛ awerɛhoɔdie na mo nnwontoɔ nyinaa adane osu. Mɛma mo nyinaa afira ayitoma na mayi mo tirinwi. Mɛyɛ saa da no te sɛ ɔba korɔ ho awerɛhoɔdie da na awieeɛ no ayɛ sɛ da a ɛyɛ nwono.
I will turn your festivals into times of mourning, your happy songs into laments. I will make you wear sackcloth and shave your heads. I will make your mourning like that for an only son. At the end of it all it will be a bitter day.
11 “Nna no reba” sɛdeɛ Otumfoɔ Awurade seɛ nie, “Mɛma ɛkɔm aba asase no so, ɛnnyɛ aduane ɛkɔm anaa nsukɔm, na mmom, Awurade asɛm ho ɛkɔm.
The time is coming, declares the Lord, when I will send a famine on the land—not a famine of bread, or a lack of water, but a famine of hearing the words of the Lord.
12 Nnipa bɛtɔ ntentan akyinkyin firi ɛpo so akɔ ɛpo so na wɔakyinkyini afiri atifi fam akɔ apueeɛ fam, sɛ wɔrekɔhwehwɛ Awurade asɛm, nanso wɔrenhunu.
People will wander from sea to sea, from north to east, running to and fro searching for the word of the Lord, but they will not find it.
13 “Na saa da no “mmabaawa ahoɔfɛfoɔ ne mmarimaa ahoɔdenfoɔ bɛtotɔ baha ɛsiane osukɔm enti.
On that day, even the beautiful girls and healthy young men will collapse from thirst.
14 Wɔn a wɔde Samaria aniwuo abosom ka ntam, anaa wɔde Dan ne Beer-Seba abosom ka ntamka no, wɔbɛhwehwe ase na wɔrensɔre bio.”
Those who swear by the disgraceful idols of Samaria, who take oaths like, “By the life of your god, Dan,” or “A pilgrimage to the god of Beersheba”—they will fall, and never rise again.
