Di Papa Show Sey Di End Don Near
One basket of summer fruit mean sey e don ripe, and di end don come. Di merchants wey no fit wait make Sabbath finish so dem go cheat with short measure — dem call dem name. Di hunger wey dey come no be for bread but for hearing our Papa words.
8 1Na dis one di Sovereign Papa show me: one basket of summer fruit.
2E ask, “Amos, wetin you dey see?” I sey, “One basket of summer fruit.” Den our Papa tell me, “Di end don reach for my people Israel; I no go pass dem by again.” a a v2 For di prophet im language, “summer fruit” and “di end” dey sound almost di same — di ripe fruit of harvest turn to picture of people wey don ripe for judgment.
3“Di songs of di temple go turn to cry for dat day,” na so di Sovereign Papa talk. “Plenty dead body, dem go throway everywhere—keep quiet!”
4Hear dis one, una wey dey trample poor people and dey wipe away di needy of di land, 5wey dey sey, “When di new moon go finish, so we fit sell grain? When di Sabbath go end, so we fit open di wheat market—dey make di measure small and di weight big, and dey cheat with scale wey no dey correct, 6dey buy poor people with silver and di needy for one pair of sandals, and dey sell di rubbish wey dem sweep comot from di wheat?”
7Our Papa don swear by di pride of Jacob: “I no go ever forget any of di tins wey dem do. 8Di land no go shake because of dis one, and everybody wey dey live inside am no go mourn? Everytin go rise like di Nile, e go dey churn up, and go sink again like di Nile of Egypt. 9For dat day,” na so di Sovereign Papa talk, “I go make di sun go down for afternoon and make di earth dark for broad daylight. 10I go turn una festival to mourning and all una songs to cry-cry song. I go put mourning cloth for every waist and shave every head. I go make am be like mourning for only pikin, and di end of am like bitter day. 11Di days dey come,” na so di Sovereign Papa talk, “when I go send famine come di land—no be famine of bread, no be thirst for water, but famine of hearing my words. 12Dem go stagger from sea to sea and waka from north to east, dey find di word of our Papa, but dem no go see am. 13For dat day di fine young women and di young men go faint because of thirst. 14Dose wey dey swear by di Guilt of Samaria, wey dey sey, ‘As your god dey live, Dan,’ and, ‘As di way of Beersheba dey live’—dem go fall, and dem no go rise again.” b b v14 Di Guilt of Samaria na di golden calf idol wey Jeroboam set up for Bethel.
