Amos

¹ My Master God showed me this vision: A bowl of fresh fruit.

² I said, "A bowl of fresh, ripe fruit." God said, "Right. So, I'm calling it quits with my people Israel. I'm no longer acting as if everything is just fine."

³ My Master God said so. "Corpses will be strewn here, there, and everywhere. Hush!"

⁴ you who treat poor people as less than nothing,

⁵ so I can go out and live it up? How long till the weekend when I can go out and have a good time?" Who give little and take much, and never do an honest day's work.

⁶ and then, when they're used up, you discard them.

⁷ "I'm keeping track of their every last sin."

⁸ dissolve the whole world into tears. God's oath will sweep in like a river that rises, flooding houses and lands, And then recedes, leaving behind a sea of mud.

⁹ These are the words of God, my Master. "I'll turn off the sun at noon. In the middle of the day the earth will go black.

¹⁰ and make every song you sing a dirge. Everyone will walk around in rags, with sunken eyes and bald heads. Think of the worst that could happen —your only son, say, murdered. That's a hint of Judgment Day —that and much more.

¹¹ These are the words of my Master God. "I'll send a famine through the whole country. It won't be food or water that's lacking, but my Word.

¹² roam to the north, wander to the east. They'll go anywhere, listen to anyone, hoping to hear God's Word—but they won't hear it.

¹³ lovely young girls will faint of Word-thirst, robust young men will faint of God-thirst,

¹⁴ saying, 'As the lord god of Dan is my witness!' and 'The lady goddess of Beer-sheba bless you!' Their lives will fall to pieces. They'll never put it together again."