Amos

¹ "Because of the three great sins of Moab —make that four—I'm not putting up with her any longer. She violated the corpse of Edom's king, burning it to cinders.

² burning down the forts of Kerioth. Moab will die in the shouting, go out in the blare of war trumpets.

³ and kill all his princes with him." God's Decree.

⁴ "Because of the three great sins of Judah —make that four—I'm not putting up with them any longer. They rejected God's revelation, refused to keep my commands. But they swallowed the same old lies that got their ancestors onto dead-end roads.

⁵ burning down all the forts of Jerusalem."

⁶ "Because of the three great sins of Israel —make that four—I'm not putting up with them any longer. They buy and sell upstanding people. People for them are only things—ways of making money. They'd sell a poor man for a pair of shoes. They'd sell their own grandmother!

⁷ shove the luckless into the ditch. Everyone and his brother sleeps with the 'sacred whore'— a sacrilege against my Holy Name.

⁸ is piled up at the shrine of their god, While they sit around drinking wine they've conned from their victims.

⁹ I destroyed the Amorites who confronted you, Amorites with the stature of great cedars, tough as thick oaks. I destroyed them from the top branches down. I destroyed them from the roots up.

¹⁰ led you safely through the wilderness for forty years And then handed you the country of the Amorites like a piece of cake on a platter.

¹¹ set aside your best youth for training in holiness. Isn't this so, Israel?" God's Decree.

¹² and you told the young prophets, 'Don't prophesy!'

¹³ I'm hard-pressed—to the breaking point. I'm like a wagon piled high and overloaded, creaking and groaning.

¹⁴ There's no place to run no matter how fast you run. The strength of the strong won't count. Fighters won't make it.

¹⁵ Fast runners won't make it. Chariot drivers won't make it.

¹⁶ Won't make it. He'll run off for dear life, stripped naked." God's Decree.