Amos Chapter 7 |
1This is what my Lord God showed me: He was creating [a plague of] locusts at the time when the late-sown crops were beginning to sprout—the late-sown crops after the king’s reaping. 2When it had finished devouring the herbage in the land, I said, “O Lord God, pray forgive. How will Jacob survive? He is so small.” 3The Lord relented concerning this. “It shall not come to pass,” said the Lord.
4This is what the Lord God showed me: Lo, my Lord God was summoning to contend by fire which consumed the Great Deep and was consuming the fields. 5I said, “Oh, Lord God, refrain! How will Jacob survive? He is so small.” 6The Lord relented concerning this. “That shall not come to pass, either,” said my Lord God.
7This is what He showed me: He was standing on a wall checked with a plumb line and He was holding a plumb line. 8And the Lord asked me, “What do you see, Amos?”“A plumb line,” I replied. And my Lord declared, “I am going to apply a plumb line to My people Israel; I will pardon them no more. 9The shrines of Isaac shall be laid waste, and the sanctuaries of Israel reduced to ruins; and I will turn upon the House of Jeroboam with the sword.”
10Amaziah, the priest of Bethel, sent this message to King Jeroboam of Israel: “Amos is conspiring against you within the House of Israel. The country cannot endure the things he is saying. 11For Amos has said, ‘Jeroboam shall die by the sword, and Israel shall be exiled from its soil.’”
12Amaziah also said to Amos, “Seer, off with you to the land of Judah! Earn your living there, and do your prophesying there. 13But don’t ever prophesy again at Bethel; for it is a king’s sanctuary and a royal palace.” 14Amos answered Amaziah: “I am not a prophet, and I am not a prophet’s disciple. I am a cattle breeder and a tender of sycamore figs. 15But the Lord took me away from following the flock, and the Lord said to me, ‘Go, prophesy to My people Israel.’ 16And so, hear the word of the Lord. You say I must not prophesy about the House of Israel or preach about the House of Isaac; 17but this, I swear, is what the Lord said: Your wife shall play the harlot in the town, your sons and daughters shall fall by the sword, and your land shall be divided up with a measuring line. And you yourself shall die on unclean soil; for Israel shall be exiled from its soil.”