Amos 8

Se konsa, Seyè a, Bondye a, fè m' fè yon lòt vizyon. Nan vizyon an, mwen wè yon panyen plen fwi mi.
Thus hath the Lord GOD shewed unto me: and behold a basket of summer fruit.
Seyè a mande m': -Kisa ou wè la a, Amòs? Mwen reponn: -Yon panyen fwi mi. Lè sa a, Seyè a di m' konsa: -Izrayèl, pèp mwen an, mi tou. Li rive sou dènye jou l' yo. Mwen p'ap chanje lide pou m' fè pa l' ankò.
And he said, Amos, what seest thou? And I said, A basket of summer fruit. Then said the LORD unto me, The end is come upon my people of Israel; I will not again pass by them any more.
Jou sa a, se p'ap chante ki va gen nan palè a, se va rèl. Se Seyè a menm ki di sa. Va gen anpil kadav toupatou. Y'a voye yo jete san di krik.
And the songs of the temple shall be howlings in that day, saith the Lord GOD: there shall be many dead bodies in every place; they shall cast them forth with silence.
Koute byen sa m'ap di nou la a, nou menm k'ap kraze pòv malere yo anba pye nou, nou menm k'ap fini ak malere yo nan peyi a.
Hear this, O ye that swallow up the needy, even to make the poor of the land to fail,
N'ap plede di: Kilè fèt lalin nouvèl lan va pase pou nou ka vann diri nou? Kilè jou repo a va pase pou nou ka louvri depo nou yo pou nou vann? Lè sa a, n'a moute pri tout bagay, n'a sèvi ak fo mezi, n'a ranje balans yo pou nou ka twonpe pratik yo.
Saying, When will the new moon be gone, that we may sell corn? and the sabbath, that we may set forth wheat, making the ephah small, and the shekel great, and falsifying the balances by deceit?
N'a pran moun serye ki pa ka peye dèt yo, n'a achte yo pou sèvi esklav. N'a pran pòv malere ki pa gen senk, n'a achte yo pou pri yon pè sapat. N'a vann ata pay diri a pou gwo lajan.
That we may buy the poor for silver, and the needy for a pair of shoes; yea, and sell the refuse of the wheat?
Seyè a fè sèman sou tèt li, li menm ki Bondye pèp Izrayèl la: Mwen p'ap janm bliye yonn nan move zak nou fè yo.
The LORD hath sworn by the excellency of Jacob, Surely I will never forget any of their works.
Se konsa latè pral pran tranble. Tout moun nan peyi a pral pran rele. Tout peyi a pral souke. L'ap moute, l'ap gonfle, apre sa l'ap desann tankou dlo larivyè Nil nan peyi Lejip.
Shall not the land tremble for this, and every one mourn that dwelleth therein? and it shall rise up wholly as a flood; and it shall be cast out and drowned, as by the flood of Egypt.
Men pawòl Seyè a, Bondye a: Jou sa a, m'ap fè solèy la kouche gwo midi. Fènwa ap tonbe sou peyi a gwo lajounen.
And it shall come to pass in that day, saith the Lord GOD, that I will cause the sun to go down at noon, and I will darken the earth in the clear day:
M'ap fè nou sispann fè fèt. N'a nan gwo lapenn. M'ap fè nou sispann chante, n'a nan rele. M'ap fè nou mete rad sak kòlèt sou nou. N'a kale tèt nou. M'ap fè nou tonbe nan lapenn tankou moun k'ap kriye pou sèl pitit gason yo ki mouri. Se nan kè sere jounen sa a ap fini pou tout moun.
And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.
Men yon jou gen pou rive. Jou sa a, mwen pral voye yon sèl grangou sou peyi a. Se p'ap dèyè pen pou yo manje, ni dèyè dlo pou yo bwè y'a kouri. Men, se mesaj ki soti nan bouch Seyè a y'a anvi tande. Se Seyè a menm ki di sa.
Behold, the days come, saith the Lord GOD, that I will send a famine in the land, not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the LORD:
Lè sa a, moun va pran kouri soti nan n o al nan sid, soti nan lès al nan lwès. Y'a mache toupatou ap chache yon pawòl nan bouch Seyè a. Men, yo p'ap jwenn.
And they shall wander from sea to sea, and from the north even to the east, they shall run to and fro to seek the word of the LORD, and shall not find it.
Nan tan sa a, bèl jenn fi yo ak jenn gason yo va tonbe feblès paske yo p'ap jwenn sa y'ap pwonmennen chache a.
In that day shall the fair virgins and young men faint for thirst.
Kanta pou moun k'ap fè sèman sou Achima, zidòl peyi Samari a, moun sa yo k'ap plede di: Anverite bondye Dann lan! Anverite bondye Bècheba a! yo gen pou yo tonbe pou yo pa janm ka leve ankò.
They that swear by the sin of Samaria, and say, Thy god, O Dan, liveth; and, The manner of Beer–sheba liveth; even they shall fall, and never rise up again.