Amos 8

¹Thus hath the Lord God shewed unto me: and behold, a basket of summer fruit.

²And he said, Amos, what seest thou? And I said, A basket of summer fruit. Then said the Lord unto me,

³And the songs of the temple shall be howlings in that day, saith the Lord God:

⁴Hear this, O ye that swallow up the needy,

⁵Saying, When will the new moon be gone, that we may sell corn?

⁶That we may buy the poor for silver,

⁷The Lord hath sworn by the excellency of Jacob,

⁸Shall not the land tremble for this,

⁹And it shall come to pass in that day, saith the Lord God,

¹⁰And I will turn your feasts into mourning,

¹¹Behold, the days come, saith the Lord God,

¹²And they shall wander from sea to sea, and from the north even to the east,

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

¹⁴They that swear by the sin of Samaria,