Amos

4 Hear ye this word, ye heifers of Bashan that are in the mountain of Samaria, Who oppress the poor, Who crush the needy,—Who say to their lords, Bring in and let us drink!

2 Sworn hath My Lord Yahweh By his own holiness, That lo! days are coming upon you,—When he will take you away with hooks, And your followers with fishhooks;

3 And through fissures shall ye go out, Every woman straight before her,—And ye shall be thrust forth towards the castle, Declareth Yahweh.

4 Enter ye Bethel and transgress, At Gilgal cause transgression to abound,—Yea carry in every morning your sacrifices, Every three days your tithes;

5 Yea burn thou incense of that which is leavened as a thank-offering, And proclaim ye freewill-offerings, let them be known,—For so ye love [to have it], ye sons of Israel, Declareth My Lord Yahweh.

6 Moreover also I have given you Cleanness of teeth throughout all your cities, And want of bread throughout all your dwelling-places,—Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.

7 Moreover also I have withholden from you the abundant rain when yet there were only three months to the harvest, Or I might rain upon one city, And on another city might not rain,—One portion would be rained upon, And the portion whereupon it should not rain would be dried up;

8 Then would two or three cities totter to one city to drink water without being satisfied,—Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.

9 I have smitten you with blight and with mildew, When your gardens and your vineyards and your fig-trees and your olive-trees have increased the creeping locust would devour them,—Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.

10 I have sent among you pestilence in the manner of Egypt, I have slain with the sword your young men, And therewith have been taken captive your horses, And I have caused to ascend—the stench of your camps even into your own nostrils, Yet ye have not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.

11 I have made an overthrow among you Like the divine overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah, And ye have become like a brand snatched out of the burning,—Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.

12 Therefore thus will I do unto thee, O Israel,—Because this thing I will do unto thee Prepare to meet thy God, O Israel.

13 For lo! He that fashioned the mountains And created the wind And who telleth the son of earth what is his thought, Who turneth dawn into darkness And marcheth upon the high places of the earth Yahweh God of hosts is his name!