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Amos 8:10

Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will cause everyone  to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make that grief like mourning for an only son and its outcome like a bitter day.

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My dear  people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in the dust. Mourn as you would for an only son, a bitter lament, for suddenly the destroyer  will come on us.


‘Then I will pour out a spirit  , of grace and prayer on the house of David and the residents of Jerusalem, and they will look at  me whom they pierced. They will mourn for him as one mourns for an only child and weep bitterly for him as one weeps for a firstborn.


They will put on sackcloth, and horror will overwhelm them. Shame will cover all their faces, and all their heads will be bald.


Indeed, every head is bald and every beard is chopped short.  On every hand is a gash  and sackcloth  round the waist.


When he fills his stomach, God will send his burning anger against him, raining  it down on him while he is eating.


I will put an end to all her celebrations: her feasts,  New Moons,  and Sabbaths – all her festivals.


For they will be consumed like entangled thorns, like the drink of a drunkard and like straw that is fully dry.


In that day the temple  songs  will become wailing’   #– #this is the Lord God’s declaration. ‘Many dead bodies, thrown everywhere!  Silence! ’


Take away from me the noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of your harps.


May darkness and gloom  reclaim it, and a cloud settle over it. May what darkens the day terrify it.


Rejoice during your festival #– #you, your son and daughter, your male and female slave, as well as the Levite, the resident foreigner, the fatherless, and the widow within your city gates.


and went and sat at a distance, about a bow shot away, for she said, ‘I can’t bear to watch the boy die! ’ While she sat at a distance, she  wept loudly.


‘If a man loses the hair of his head, he is bald,  but he is clean.


Instead of perfume there will be a stench; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of beautifully styled hair,   baldness; instead of fine clothes, sackcloth; instead of beauty, branding.


Your own evil will discipline you; your own apostasies will reprimand you. Recognise  how evil and bitter  it is for you to abandon the  Lord your God and to have no fear of me. This is the declaration of the Lord God of Armies.


Joy has left our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.


‘Son of man, this is what the Lord God says to the land of Israel: An end! The end has come on the four corners of the earth.


Grieve like a young woman dressed in sackcloth, mourning for the husband of her youth.


I hate, I despise, your feasts! I can’t stand the stench of your solemn assemblies.


My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.


And I will punish her for the days of the Baals, to which she burned incense. She put on her rings and her jewellery and followed her lovers, but she forgot me. This is the  Lord’s declaration.





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