Chapter 7

 These things the Lord God shewed to me: and behold the locust was formed in the beginning of the shooting up of the latter rain, and lo, it was the latter rain after the king's mowing. 

 And it came to pass, that when they had made an end of eating the grass of the land, I said: O Lord God, be merciful, I beseech thee: who shall raise up Jacob, for he is very little? 

 The Lord had pity upon this: It shall not be, said the Lord. 

 These things the Lord God shewed to me: and behold the Lord called for judgment unto fire, and it devoured the great deep, and ate up a part at the same time. 

 And I said: O Lord God, cease, I beseech thee, who shall raise up Jacob, for he is a little one? 

 The Lord had pity upon this. Yea this also shall not be, said the Lord God. 

 These things the Lord shewed to me: and behold the Lord was standing upon a plastered wall, and in his hand a mason's trowel. 

 And the Lord said to me: What seest thou, Amos? And I said: A mason's trowel. And the Lord said: Behold, I will lay down the trowel in the midst of my people Israel. I will plaster them over no more. 

 And the high places of the idol shall be thrown down, and the sanctuaries of Israel shall be laid waste: and I will rise up against the house of Jeroboam with the sword. 

 And Amasias the priest of Bethel sent to Jeroboam king of Israel, saying: Amos hath rebelled against thee in the midst of the house of Israel: the land is not able to bear all his words. 

 For thus saith Amos: Jeroboam shall die by the sword, and Israel shall be carried away captive out of their own land. 

 And Amasias said to Amos: Thou seer, go, flee away into the land of Juda: and eat bread there, and prophesy there. 

 But prophesy not again any more in Bethel: because it is the king's sanctuary, and it is the house of the kingdom. 

 And Amos answered and said to Amasias: I am not a prophet, nor am I the son of a prophet: but I am a herdsman plucking wild figs. 

 And the Lord took me when I followed the flock, and the Lord said to me: Go, prophesy to my people Israel. 

 And now hear thou the word of the Lord: Thou sayest, thou shalt not prophesy against Israel, and thou shalt not drop thy word upon the house of the idol. 

 Therefore thus saith the Lord: Thy wife shall play the harlot in the city, and thy sons and thy daughters shall fall by the sword, and thy land shall be measured by a line: and thou shalt die in a polluted land, and Israel shall go into captivity out of their land.