Amos

¹ Thus Lord Yahweh showed me, and behold, there was a basket of summer fruit.

² And he said, “What do you see, Amos?” And I said, “A basket of summer fruit.” Then Yahweh said to me, “The end has come for My people Israel. I will pass over them no longer.

³ And they will wail with the songs of the palace in that day,” declares Lord Yahweh. “Many will be the corpses; in every place they will cast them forth in silence.”

⁴ Hear this, you who trample the needy, even to cause the humble of the land to cease,

⁵ So that we may sell grain, And the sabbath, that we may open the wheat market, To make the bushel smaller and the shekel bigger, And to cheat with a deceptive balance,

⁶ And the needy for a pair of sandals, And that we may sell the refuse of the wheat?”

⁷ “Indeed, I will never forget any of their works.

⁸ And everyone who inhabits it mourn? Indeed, all of it will rise up like the Nile, And it will be tossed about And subside like the Nile of Egypt.

⁹ “That I will make the sun go down at noon And make the earth dark in broad daylight.

¹⁰ And all your songs into lamentation; And I will bring up sackcloth on everyone’s loins And baldness on every head. And I will make it like a time of mourning for an only son, And the end of it will be like a bitter day.

¹¹ “When I will send a famine on the land, Not a famine for bread or a thirst for water, But rather for hearing the words of Yahweh.

¹² And from the north even to the east; They will go to and fro to seek the word of Yahweh, But they will not find it.

¹³ And the choice men will faint from thirst.

¹⁴ Who say, ‘As your god lives, O Dan,’ And, ‘As the way of Beersheba lives,’ They will fall and not rise again.”