Amos 8
1 The Lord God showed me this: a basket of summer fruit.
Afei nea Otumfo Awurade yi kyerɛɛ me ni: kɛntɛn a aduaba a abere wɔ mu.
2 ‘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.
Obisae se, “Dɛn na wuhu, Amos?” Mibuae se, “Kɛntɛn a wɔde nnuaba a abere ahyɛ no ma.” Na Awurade ka kyerɛɛ me se, “Me nkurɔfo Israelfo bere no aso; meremfa wɔn ho nkyɛ wɔn bio.”
3 The singing women in the palace will howl on that day, says the Lord: Corpses everywhere, thrown out in silence.
Sɛnea Otumfo Awurade se ni, “Saa da no, hyiadan nnwonto bɛdan agyaadwotwa. Wɔbɛbɔ afunu bebree apete baabiara! Enti yɛ komm!”
4 Listen to this, you who trample on the needy, who oppress the poor of the earth,
Muntie saa asɛm yi, mo a mutiatia mmɔborɔfo so, na mopam ahiafo fi wɔn asase so,
5 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,
na moka se, “Bere bɛn na ɔsram foforo betwa mu ama yɛatɔn aduan, na Homeda bɛba awiei ama yɛadi awi gua?” Sɛ mobɛhyɛ susukoraa mu na moatoto ɔbo so na mode nsania a wɔamia mu asisi atɔfo,
6 mixing the sweepings in with the wheat. Then we can buy the poor for money, the needy for a pair of shoes.
na mode dwetɛ atɔ ahiafo na mmɔborɔfo nso moatɔn wɔn agye mpaboa, na moapra awi ase afra awi mu atɔn.
7 Now the Lord has taken an oath by the Pride of Jacob: I will never forget all their deeds!
Awurade de Yakob ahohoahoa aka ntam se: “Me werɛ remfi biribiara a wɔayɛ da.
8 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?
“Asase renwosow wɔ nea asi yi ho ana, na wɔn a wɔte mu nyinaa rentwa adwo ana? Asase no nyinaa bɛma ne ho so te sɛ Nil ebubu afa so, na asan atwe bio te sɛ Misraim asubɔnten.”
9 On that day, says the Lord God, I will make the sun set at noon and darken the earth in broad daylight.
Sɛnea Otumfo Awurade se ni, “Saa da no, mɛma owia atɔ owigyinae, na mama sum aduru asase so awia ketee.
10 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.
Mɛdan mo nyamesom aponto ama ayɛ awerɛhowdi na mo nnwonto nyinaa adan osu. Mɛma mo nyinaa afura atweaatam na mayi mo tinwi. Mɛyɛ saa da no te sɛ ɔba koro ho awerɛhowdida na awiei no ayɛ sɛ da a ɛyɛ nwen.
11 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.
“Nna no reba” sɛnea Otumfo Awurade se ni, “Mɛma ɔkɔm aba asase no so, ɛnyɛ aduankɔm anaa osukɔm, na mmom, Awurade asɛm ho kɔm.
12 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.
Nnipa bɛtɔ ntintan akyinkyin afi po so akɔ po so, na wɔakyinkyin afi atifi fam akɔ apuei fam, sɛ wɔrekɔhwehwɛ Awurade asɛm, nanso wɔrenhu.
13 In that day beautiful girls and strong young men will faint from thirst.
“Na saa da no “mmabaa ahoɔfɛfo ne mmarimaa ahoɔdenfo bɛtotɔ beraw esiane osukɔm nti.
14 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.
Wɔn a wɔde Samaria aniwu abosom ka ntam, anaa wɔde Dan ne Beer-Seba abosom ka ntam no, wɔbɛhwehwe ase na wɔrensɔre bio.”
