Doth a bird fall into a snare of the earth, And there is no gin for it? Doth a snare go up from the ground, And prey it captureth not?

Fallen, not again to rise, hath the virgin of Israel, Left on her land -- she hath no raiser up.'

Seek ye Jehovah, and live, Lest He prosper as fire against the house of Joseph, And it hath consumed, And there is no quencher for Beth-El.

Is not the day of Jehovah darkness and not light, Even thick darkness that hath no brightness?

Sacrifices and offering did ye bring nigh to Me, In a wilderness forty years, O house of Israel?

Who are putting away the day of evil, And ye bring nigh the seat of violence,

Therefore now they remove at the head of the captives, And turned aside is the mourning-feast of stretched-out ones.

And Amos answereth and saith unto Amaziah, 'I am no prophet, nor a prophet's son am I, but a herdsman I am, and a cultivator of sycamores,

And now, hear a word of Jehovah: thou art saying, Do not prophesy against Israel, nor drop any thing against the house of Isaac,

Saying, When doth the new moon pass, And we sell ground corn? And the sabbath, and we open out pure corn? To make little the ephah, And to make great the shekel, And to use perversely balances of deceit.

Lo, days are coming -- an affirmation of Jehovah, And come nigh hath the ploughman to the reaper, And the treader of grapes to the scatterer of seed, And the mountains have dropped juice, And all the hills do melt.