Amos

¹ who think Mount Samaria is the good life. You assume you're at the top of the heap, voted the number-one best place to live.

² Take a look at Calneh. Go and visit Great Hamath. Look in on Gath of the Philistines. Doesn't that take you off your high horse? Compared to them, you're not much, are you?

³ Catastrophe is just around the corner!

⁴ and expect everyone else to serve them!

⁵ indifferent to the fate of others! Woe to the playboys, the playgirls, who think life is a party held just for them!

⁶ those obsessed with looking good—life without wrinkles! They could not care less about their country going to ruin.

⁷ a forced march into exile. They'll leave the country whining, a rag-tag bunch of good-for-nothings.

⁸ The God-of-the-Angel-Armies speaks: "I hate the arrogance of Jacob. I have nothing but contempt for his forts. I'm about to hand over the city and everyone in it."

⁹ Ten men are in a house, all dead.

¹⁰ A relative comes and gets the bodies to prepare them for a decent burial. He discovers a survivor huddled in a closet and asks, "Are there any more?" The answer: "Not a soul. But hush! God must not be mentioned in this desecrated place."

¹¹ He'll knock large houses to smithereens. He'll smash little houses to bits.

¹² Do you plow the sea with oxen? You'd cripple the horses and drown the oxen. And yet you've made a shambles of justice, a bloated corpse of righteousness,

¹³ beating up on the weak and crowing, "Look what I've done!"

¹⁴ I've got a pagan army on the move against you" —this is your God speaking, God-of-the-Angel-Armies— "And they'll make hash of you, from one end of the country to the other."