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Amos 8:10

New American Bible - revised edition

I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into dirges. I will cover the loins of all with sackcloth and make every head bald. I will make it like the time of mourning for an only child, and its outcome like a day of bitter weeping.

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and then went and sat down opposite him, about a bowshot away; for she said to herself, “I cannot watch the child die.” As she sat opposite him, she wept aloud.

When he has filled his belly, God shall send against him the fury of his wrath and rain down his missiles upon him.

May darkness and gloom claim it, clouds settle upon it, blackness of day affright it!

My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my reed pipe to sounds of weeping.

Instead of perfume there will be stench, instead of a girdle, a rope, And instead of elaborate coiffure, baldness; instead of a rich gown, a sackcloth skirt. Then, instead of beauty, shame.

Your own wickedness chastises you, your own infidelities punish you. Know then, and see, how evil and bitter is your forsaking the Lord, your God, And your showing no fear of me, oracle of the Lord, the God of hosts.

Every head has been shaved bald, every beard cut off; every hand gashed, and all their loins are draped in sackcloth.

Daughter of my people, dress in sackcloth, roll in the ashes. Mourn as for an only child with bitter wailing: “How suddenly the destroyer comes upon us!”

The joy of our hearts has ceased, dancing has turned into mourning;

They put on sackcloth, horror clothes them; shame is on all their faces, all their heads are shaved bald.

Son of man, now say: Thus says the Lord God to the land of Israel: An end! The end comes upon the four corners of the land!

Therefore I will take back my grain in its time, and my wine in its season; I will snatch away my wool and my flax, which were to cover her nakedness.

I will put an end to all her joy, her festivals, her new moons, her sabbaths— all her seasonal feasts.

Wail like a young woman dressed in sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

When a man loses the hair of his head, he is simply bald on the crown and not unclean.

I hate, I despise your feasts, I take no pleasure in your solemnities.

Take away from me your noisy songs; The melodies of your harps, I will not listen to them.

The temple singers will wail on that day— oracle of the Lord God. Many shall be the corpses, strewn everywhere—Silence!

Like a thorny thicket, they are tangled, and like drunkards, they are drunk; like dry stubble, they are utterly consumed.

I will pour out on the house of David and on the inhabitants of Jerusalem a spirit of mercy and supplication, so that when they look on him whom they have thrust through, they will mourn for him as one mourns for an only child, and they will grieve for him as one grieves over a firstborn. Catalogue of Mourners.

You shall rejoice at your feast, together with your son and daughter, your male and female slave, and also the Levite, the resident alien, the orphan and the widow within your gates.




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