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Amos 8:3

New American Bible - revised edition

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

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From all my sins deliver me; let me not be the taunt of fools.

Then the angel of the Lord went forth and struck down one hundred and eighty-five thousand in the Assyrian camp. Early the next morning, there they were, all those corpses, dead!

Therefore, thus says the Lord concerning Jehoiakim, son of Josiah, king of Judah: They shall not lament him, “Alas! my brother”; “Alas! sister.” They shall not lament him, “Alas, Lord! alas, Majesty!”

The elders of daughter Zion sit silently on the ground; They cast dust on their heads and dress in sackcloth; The young women of Jerusalem bow their heads to the ground.

Be appalled, you farmers! wail, you vinedressers, Over the wheat and the barley, because the harvest in the field is ruined.

Gird yourselves and lament, you priests! wail, ministers of the altar! Come, spend the night in sackcloth, ministers of my God! For the grain offering and the libation are withheld from the house of your God.

Wake up, you drunkards, and weep; wail, all you wine drinkers, Over the new wine, taken away from your mouths.

Moses then said to Aaron, “This is as the Lord said: Through those near to me I will be sanctified; in the sight of all the people I will obtain glory.” But Aaron said nothing.

I sent upon you pestilence like that of Egypt; with the sword I killed your young men and your captured horses, and to your nostrils I brought the stench of your camps; Yet you did not return to me— oracle of the Lord.

Therefore, thus says the Lord, the God of hosts, the Lord: In every square there shall be lamentation, and in every street they shall cry, “Oh, no!” They shall summon the farmers to wail and the professional mourners to lament.

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

Those who lie on beds of ivory, and lounge upon their couches; Eating lambs taken from the flock, and calves from the stall;

Who improvise to the music of the harp, composing on musical instruments like David,

The Lord God has sworn by his very self— an oracle of the Lord, the God of hosts: I abhor the pride of Jacob, I hate his strongholds, and I will hand over the city with everything in it;

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.

Cavalry charging, the flash of the sword, the gleam of the spear; A multitude of slain, a mass of corpses, Endless bodies to stumble upon!

Silence in the presence of the Lord God! for near is the day of the Lord, Yes, the Lord has prepared a sacrifice, he has consecrated his guests.




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