Amos

8 Here My Lord Yahweh gave me to see,—and lo! there was a basket of summer fruit.

2 So then he said, What canst thou see, Amos? And I said, A basket of summer fruit. Then said Yahweh unto me, The end hath come unto my people Israel, I will not again any more forgive them;

3 but palace-songs shall become howlings in that day, Declareth My Lord Yahweh,—Many shall be the dead bodies in every place—cast forth—[with a] Hush!

4 Hear this, Ye who pant after the needy, And to make an end of the oppressed of the land:

5 Who say, When will the new moon pass away that we may sell corn? And the sabbath that we may open grain? Who diminish the ephah and increase the shekel, and who falsify by deceitful weights:

6 Who buy—for silver—the poor, And the needy for a pair of shoes,—And that the refuse of the grain we may sell.

7 Sworn hath Yahweh By the Excellency of Jacob,—Surely I will never forget any of their doings!

8 Is it not for this that the land shall tremble? And shall mourn every inhabitant therein? Shall it not come up—like the Nile all of it, And be tossed and subside like the river of Egypt?

9 Yea it shall come to pass in that day, Declareth My Lord Yahweh, That I will cause the sun to go in at high noon,—And will darken the earth on a day of brightness.

10 So will I turn your festivals into mourning And all your songs into a dirge, And I will bring up—on all loins—sackcloth, And upon every head—baldness,—And I will make it like the mourning for an only one, Even the afterpart thereof as a day of bitterness.

11 Lo! days are coming, Declareth My Lord Yahweh, That I will send a hunger throughout the land,—Not a hunger for food Nor a thirst for water, But for hearing the words of Yahweh;

12 Therefore shall men rove about—From Sea to Sea, and From the North even unto Sunrise,—They shall run to and fro—seeking the word of Yahweh but shall not find [it].

13 In that day shall the fair virgins and the choice young men faint for thirst.

14 They who swear by the Guilt of Samaria, And say, As thy God liveth, O Dan! And, As the Way of Beer-sheba liveth Shall fall and shall not rise any more.