Amos 4
1 Hear ye this word, ye heifers of Bashan, that are in the mountain of Samaria, who oppress the poor, who crush the needy, —who say to their lords, Bring in, and let us drink!
Montie asɛm yi, mo Basan “anantwie” a mowɔ Bepɔ Samaria so, mo mmaa a mohyɛ ahiafoɔ so, na moka mmɔborɔwa hyɛ na moka kyerɛ mo kununom sɛ, “Mommrɛ yɛn nsã!”
2 Sworn hath My Lord, Yahweh, by his own holiness, That lo! days, are coming upon you, —when he will take you away with hooks, and your followers with fishhooks;
Otumfoɔ Awurade de ne kronkronyɛ aka ntam sɛ, “Ampa ara ɛberɛ no bɛba a wɔde nkawa bɛtwe mo akɔ mo mu deɛ ɔtwa toɔ no wɔde nsuomnam darewa bɛtwe no.
3 And, through fissures, shall ye go out, every woman, straight before her, —and ye shall be thrust forth towards the castle, Declareth Yahweh.
Momu biara bɛpue akɔ, na mobɛfa ɔfasuo mu ntokuro mu, na wɔbɛto mo atwene Harmon fam,” sɛdeɛ Awurade seɛ nie.
4 Enter ye Bethel, and transgress, At Gilgal, cause transgression, to abound, —Yea, carry in, every morning, your sacrifices, every three days, your tithes;
“Monkɔ Bet-El nkɔyɛ bɔne na monkɔ Gilgal na mo nkɔyɛ bɔne ara. Momfa mo afɔrebɔdeɛ mmra anɔpa biara, na momfa mo ntotosoɔ dudu mmra mfeɛ mmiɛnsa biara.
5 Yea, burn thou incense, of that which is leavened, as a thank-offering, and proclaim ye freewill-offerings, let them be known, —for, so, ye love [to have it], ye sons of Israel, Declareth My Lord, Yahweh.
Monhye mmɔreka burodo sɛ aseda afɔdeɛ; Momfa ayɛyɛdeɛ a ɛfiri mo pɛ mu nhoahoa mo ho, na momfa ntu mo ho, mo Israelfoɔ, na yei ne deɛ mopɛ sɛ moyɛ,” sɛdeɛ Otumfoɔ Awurade seɛ nie.
6 Moreover also, I, have given you cleanness of teeth throughout all your cities, and want of bread throughout all your dwelling-places, —Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
“Memaa yafunu daa mpan wɔ kuropɔn biara mu na aduane ho yɛɛ den wɔ nkuro so, nanso monnsane mmaa me nkyɛn,” sɛdeɛ Awurade seɛ nie.
7 Moreover also, I, have withholden from you the abundant rain, when yet there were only three mouths to the harvest, Or I might rain upon one city, and, on another city, might not rain, —One portion, would be rained upon, and, the portion whereupon it should not rain, would be dried up;
“Mesane de osutɔ kamee mo ɛberɛ a aka abosome mmiɛnsa na otwa berɛ no aduru. Memaa osuo tɔɔ wɔ kuro baako so na mamma antɔ wɔ kuro foforɔ so. Afuo baako nyaa osutɔ afuo foforɔ annya bi na ɛhyeeɛ.
8 Then would two or three cities totter to one city to drink water, without being satisfied, —Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
Nnipa totɔɔ ntentan kyinii nkuro so pɛɛ nsuo nanso wɔannya dodo a ɛbɛso wɔn nom, nanso, monnsane mmaa me nkyɛn,” sɛdeɛ Awurade seɛ nie.
9 I have smitten you with blight and with mildew, When your gardens and your vineyards and your fig-trees and your olive-trees have increased, the creeping locust would devour them, —Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
“Mpɛn bebree no mede nnɔbaeɛ yadeɛ ba mo mfikyifuo ne mo bobefuo so. Ntutummɛ sɛee mo borɔdɔma ne mo ngo nnua, nanso monnsane mmaa me nkyɛn,” sɛdeɛ Awurade seɛ nie.
10 I have sent among you pestilence, in the manner of Egypt, I have slain, with the sword, your young men, and therewith have been taken captive your horses, And I have caused to ascend—the stench of your camps, even into your own nostrils, Yet ye have not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
“Mede ɔyaredɔm baa mo so sɛdeɛ mede yɛɛ Misraimfoɔ no, mede akofena kunkumm mo mmeranteɛ ne apɔnkɔ a mofaa wɔn nnommum. Mede mo nsramu hwa a ɛbɔn hyɛnee mo hwene mu, nanso, monnsane mmaa me nkyɛn,” sɛdeɛ Awurade seɛ nie.
11 I have made an overthrew among you, like the divine overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah, and ye have become like a brand snatched out of the burning, —Yet hate ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
“Metuu mo mu bi guiɛ sɛdeɛ metɔree Sodom ne Gomora ase no. Moyɛɛ sɛ gyentia a wɔatu afiri ogya mu. Nanso, monnsane mmaa me nkyɛn,” sɛdeɛ Awurade seɛ nie.
12 Therefore, thus, will I do unto thee, O Israel, —Because this thing I will do unto thee, Prepare to meet thy God, O Israel.
“Enti afei, Israel, deɛ mede bɛyɛ wo nie, na ɛsiane sɛ mede yei bɛyɛ wo enti, siesie wo ho, Ao Israel. Hyia wo Onyankopɔn.”
13 For lo! He that fashioned the mountains, and created the wind, and who telleth the son of earth what is his thought, who turneth dawn into darkness, and marcheth upon the high places of the earth, Yahweh, God of hosts, is his name!
Deɛ ɔyɛ mmepɔ na ɔbɔ mframa na ɔda nʼadwene adi kyerɛ nnipa, deɛ ɔma adekyeɛ hann dane esum na ɔnante asase sorɔnsorɔmmea so no. Asafo Awurade Onyankopɔn ne ne din.
