ThusכֹּהAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWHיְהוִהshowed me:הִרְאַנִיand look,וְהִנֵּהa basketכְּלוּבof summer fruit.קָיִץ
And he said,וַיֹּאמֶר“Whatמָהdo youאַתָּהsee,רֹאֶהAmos?”עָמוֹסAnd I said,וָאֹמַר“A basketכְּלוּבof summer fruit.”קָיִץAnd YHWHוַ יְהוָהsaidיֹּאמֶרto me,אֵלַי“The endהַקֵּץhas comeבָּאuponאֶלmy peopleעַמִּיIsrael;יִשְׂרָאֵלI will noלֹאlongerאוֹסִיף עוֹדpass byעֲבוֹרhim.לוֹ
And the songsוְ שִׁירוֹתof the templeהֵיכָלwill wailהֵילִילוּon that day,בַּיּוֹם הַהוּאdeclaresנְאֻםAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH;יְהוִהmanyרַבwill be the corpses;הַפֶּגֶרin everyבְּכָלplaceמָקוֹםthey will be thrown out.הִשְׁלִיךְSilence!”הָס
Hearשִׁמְעוּthis,זֹאתyou who pant afterהַשֹּׁאֲפִיםthe needy,אֶבְיוֹןand seek to bring to an endוְלַשְׁבִּיתthe poorעֲנִיֵּיof the land,אָרֶץ
saying,לֵאמֹר“Whenמָתַיwill the new moonהַחֹדֶשׁbe over,יַעֲבֹרso that we may sellוְנַשְׁבִּירָהgrain,שֶּׁבֶרand the Sabbath,וְהַשַּׁבָּתso that we may openוְנִפְתְּחָהthe stores of wheat,בָּרto make smallלְהַקְטִיןthe ephahאֵיפָהand make greatוּלְהַגְדִּילthe shekel,שֶׁקֶלand to falsifyוּלְעַוֵּתscalesמֹאזְנֵיof deceit,מִרְמָה
to buyלִקְנוֹתthe poorדַּלִּיםfor silverבַּכֶּסֶףand the needyוְאֶבְיוֹןforבַּעֲבוּרa pair of sandals,נַעֲלָיִםand the refuseוּמַפַּלof the wheatבַּרwe will sell?”נַשְׁבִּיר
YHWHיְהוָהhas swornנִשְׁבַּעby the prideבִּגְאוֹןof Jacob:יַעֲקֹבI will neverאִם לָנֶצַחforgetאֶשְׁכַּחanyכָּלof their deeds.מַעֲשֵׂיהֶם
Willהַnotלֹאthe earthהָאָרֶץtrembleתִרְגַּזon account of this,עַל זֹאתand everyoneוְ כָּלwho livesיוֹשֵׁבin itבָּהּmourn?אָבַלAnd all of itכֻּלָּהּwill riseוְעָלְתָהlike the Nile,כָאֹרand be tossed aboutוְנִגְרְשָׁהand sinkוְנִשְׁקְעָהlike the Nileכִּיאוֹרof Egypt.מִצְרָיִם
And it will happenוְהָיָהon that day,בַּיּוֹם הַהוּאdeclaresנְאֻםAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH,יְהוִהthat I will makeוְהֵבֵאתִיthe sunהַשֶּׁמֶשׁgo downהֵבֵאתִיat noon,בַּצָּהֳרָיִםand darkenוְהַחֲשַׁכְתִּיthe earthלָאָרֶץin broad daylight.בְּיוֹם אוֹר
And I will turnוְהָפַכְתִּיyour feastsחַגֵּיכֶםinto mourning,לְאֵבֶלand allוְכָלyour songsשִׁירֵיכֶםinto a funeral song;לְקִינָהand I will bring upוְהַעֲלֵיתִיonעַלallכָּלloinsמָתְנַיִםsackcloth,שָׂקand onוְעַלeveryכָּלheadרֹאשׁbaldness;קָרְחָהand I will make itוְשַׂמְתִּיהָlike the mourningכְּאֵבֶלfor an only son,יָחִידand its endוְאַחֲרִיתָהּlike a bitterמָרday.כְּיוֹם
Look,הִנֵּהdaysיָמִיםare coming,בָּאִיםdeclaresנְאֻםAdonaiאֲדֹנָיYHWH,יְהוִהwhen I will sendוְהִשְׁלַחְתִּיa famineרָעָבon the land;בָּאָרֶץnotלֹאa famineרָעָבfor bread,לַלֶּחֶםand notוְלֹאa thirstצָמָאfor water,לַמַּיִםbutכִּי אִםfor hearingלִשְׁמֹעַthe wordsדִּבְרֵיof YHWH.יְהוָה
And they will staggerוְנָעוּfrom seaמִיָּםtoעַדsea,יָםand from the northוּמִצָּפוֹןeven toוְעַדthe east;מִזְרָחthey will run to and froיְשׁוֹטְטוּto seekלְבַקֵּשׁthe wordדְּבַרof YHWH,יְהוָהbut they will notוְלֹאfind it.יִמְצָאוּ
On that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאthe beautifulהַיָּפוֹתvirginsהַבְּתוּלֹתand the young menוְהַבַּחוּרִיםwill faintתִּתְעַלַּפְנָהfrom thirst.בַּצָּמָא
Those who swearהַנִּשְׁבָּעִיםby the guiltבְּאַשְׁמַתof Samaria,שֹׁמְרוֹןand say,וְאָמְרוּ“As your god lives,חֵי אֱלֹהֶיךָDan,”דָּןand, “As the wayוְחֵי דֶּרֶךְof Beersheba lives,”בְּאֵר שָׁבַעwill fallוְנָפְלוּand notוְלֹאriseיָקוּמוּagain.עוֹד