The best of them is like a brier, the most honest like a thorn hedge. The day announced by your sentinels! Your punishment has come; now is the time of your confusion.
In place of the thornbush, the cypress shall grow, instead of nettles, the myrtle. This shall be to the Lord’s renown, as an everlasting sign that shall not fail.
Even the mercenaries in her ranks are like fattened calves; They too turn and flee together— they do not stand their ground, For their day of ruin comes upon them, their time of punishment.
They have acted shamefully; they have done abominable things, yet they are not at all ashamed, they do not know how to blush. Hence they shall be among those who fall; in their time of punishment they shall stumble, says the Lord.
But as for you, son of man, do not fear them or their words. Do not fear, even though there are briers or thorns and you sit among scorpions. Do not be afraid of their words or be terrified by their looks for they are a rebellious house.
No longer will there be a thorn that tears or a brier that scratches for the house of Israel From the surrounding neighbors who despise them; thus they shall know that I am the Lord.
He asked, “What do you see, Amos?” And I answered, “A basket of end-of-summer fruit.” And the Lord said to me: The end has come for my people Israel; I will forgive them no longer.