Amos Chapter 8 |
1This is what my Lord God showed me: There was a basket of figs.
2He said, “What do you see, Amos?” “A basket of figs,” I replied. And the Lord said to me: “The hour of doom has come for My people Israel; I will not pardon them again.
3And the singing women of the palace shall howl on that day—declares my Lord God:
So many corpses
Left lying everywhere!
4Listen to this, you who devour the needy, annihilating the poor of the land, 5saying, “If only the new moon were over, so that we could sell grain; the sabbath, so that we could offer wheat for sale, using an ephah that is too small, and a shekel that is too big, tilting a dishonest scale, 6and selling grain refuse as grain! We will buy the poor for silver, the needy for a pair of sandals.” 7The Lord swears by the Pride of Jacob: “I will never forget any of their doings.”
8Shall not the earth shake for this
And all that dwell on it mourn?
Shall it not all rise like the Nile
And surge and subside like the Nile of Egypt?
9And in that day
—declares my Lord God—
I will make the sun set at noon,
I will darken the earth on a sunny day.
10I will turn your festivals into mourning
And all your songs into dirges;
I will put sackcloth on all loins
And tonsures on every head.
I will make it mourn as for an only child,
All of it as on a bitter day.
11A time is coming—declares my Lord God—when I will send a famine upon the land: not a hunger for bread or a thirst for water, but for hearing the words of the Lord. 12Men shall wander from sea to sea and from north to east to seek the word of the Lord, but they shall not find it.
13In that day, the beautiful maidens and the young men shall faint with thirst—
14Those who swear by the guilt of Samaria,
Saying, “As your god lives, Dan,”
And “As the way to Beer-sheba lives”—
They shall fall to rise no more.