Амос 6

1Sorrow awaits who are carefree in Zion, on the mountain of Samaria! The elite of this, the best of nations, on whom the people of Israel rest their hopes! 2You say to the people: Cross over to Calneh and see, go from there to Hamath the great, then go down to Gath of the Philistines: Are they better than these kingdoms? Is their territory larger than yours? 3You push away all thoughts of the evil day, yet have instituted a rule of violence. 4They lie on ivory couches, sprawl on their divans, lambs from the flock, and fattened calves from the stall. 5They idly sing to the sound of the lyre, themselves songwriters like David, 6they drink bowlfuls of wine, and anoint themselves with the finest of oil. But they do not grieve over the ruin of Joseph. 7Therefore now they must go into exile at the head of the captives, and hushed will be the revelry of the sprawlers. 8The Lord , Godthe , Lordthe God of hosts, has sworn by himself: I abhor the pride of Jacob, I hate his palaces, therefore I will deliver up the city and all that is in it to their enemies. 9If ten people remain in one house, then they will die. 10When the uncle and another member of the family of a dead man come to carry the body out of the house for burial, they will call to someone in a corner of the house, ‘Any more there?’ and he will answer, ‘No’, and then he will add, ‘Be quiet!’ – for the name of the Lordmust not be mentioned. 11Look! The Lordis giving the command! He will smash the large house to bits, the small house into fragments. 12Do horses gallop on crags? one plow the sea with oxen? Yet you turn justice into poison weed, and the fruit of righteousness into bitter wormwood. 13You who are so proud of capturing Lo-debar, who say, ‘Have we not by our own strength taken Karnaim for ourselves?’