Na how long awa land and di grass for di farm go dey dry? Awa animals and birds dey die, bikos of dis pipol wikedness! Pipol wey sey, ‘God nor dey si wetin wi dey do.’ ”
Di profet dem dey lie; di priests dey rule as dem like and my pipol like am like dat. But di day wey wahala and distroshon go start, na where dem go run go for help?
E nor keep ensef klean or tink of wetin go happen to am. Naw, e dey inside gutta and nobody won bring am out. So e kry kon sey, “Oga God, make Yu si wetin dey happen to mi; my enemies don win mi.”
As I still dey tok, Pelataya wey bi Benaya pikin, kon fall die. I fall face groun kon shaut, “God wey get pawa well-well, nor bi so o-o! Yu won kill evribody wey remain for Israel?”
If dem ask yu sey wetin make yu dey kry, make yu tell dem sey, na bikos of di news wey dey kom. Wen di news kom, fear go katch dem well-well; dia hand nor go fit move, dia mind go fail dem and dia leg go dey shake. Di time don kom and na naw.” God wey get pawa don tok.
“I go turn una festival to burial kon shange una happiness to kry. I go make una kut una hair kon wear sak klot, den I go make una mourn like sey una only pikin just die. Dat day go bitter well-well.
God kon ask mi, “Amos, na wetin yu dey si?” I ansa, “Na basket wey fruit full.” Den God tell mi, “Di end don kom for my pipol, Israel. I nor go shange my mind again and I go ponish dem.