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Amos Chapter 5 | Parsha:

1Hear this word which I intone
As a dirge over you, O House of Israel:

2Fallen, not to rise again,
Is Maiden Israel;
Abandoned on her soil
With none to lift her up.

3For thus said my Lord God
About the House of Israel:
The town that marches out a thousand strong
Shall have a hundred left,
And the one that marches out a hundred strong
Shall have but ten left.

4Thus said the Lord
To the House of Israel:
Seek Me, and you will live.

5Do not seek Bethel,
Nor go to Gilgal,
Nor cross over to Beer-sheba;
For Gilgal shall go into exile,
And Bethel shall become a delusion.

6Seek the Lord, and you will live,
Else He will rush like fire upon the House of Joseph
And consume Bethel with none to quench it.

7[Ah,] you who turn justice into wormwood
And hurl righteousness to the ground!
[Seek the Lord,]

8Who made the Pleiades and Orion,
Who turns deep darkness into dawn
And darkens day into night,
Who summons the waters of the sea
And pours them out upon the earth—
His name is the Lord!

9It is He who hurls destruction upon strongholds,
So that ruin comes upon fortresses!

10They hate the arbiter in the gate,
And detest him whose plea is just.

Because you impose a tax on the poor
And exact from him a levy of grain,
You have built houses of hewn stone,
But you shall not live in them;
You have planted delightful vineyards,
But shall not drink their wine.

12For I have noted how many are your crimes,
And how countless your sins—
You enemies of the righteous,
You takers of bribes,
You who subvert in the gate
The cause of the needy!

At such a time the prudent man keeps silent,
For it is an evil time.

14Seek good and not evil,
That you may live,
And that the Lord, the God of Hosts,
May truly be with you,
As you think.

15Hate evil and love good,
And establish justice in the gate;
Perhaps the Lord, the God of Hosts,
Will be gracious to the remnant of Joseph.

Thus said the Lord,
My Lord, the God of Hosts:
In every square there shall be lamenting,
In every street cries of “Ah, woe!”
And the farm hand shall be
Called to mourn,
And those skilled in wailing
To lament;

17For there shall be lamenting
In every vineyard, too,
When I pass through your midst
—said the Lord.

18Ah, you who wish
For the day of the Lord!
Why should you want
The day of the Lord?
It shall be darkness, not light!

19—As if a man should run from a lion
And be attacked by a bear;
Or if he got indoors,
Should lean his hand on the wall
And be bitten by a snake!

20Surely the day of the Lord shall be
Not light, but darkness,
Blackest night without a glimmer.

21I loathe, I spurn your festivals,
I am not appeased by your solemn assemblies.

22If you offer Me burnt offerings—or your meal offerings—
I will not accept them;
I will pay no heed
To your gifts of fatlings.

23Spare Me the sound of your hymns,
And let Me not hear the music of your lutes.

24But let justice well up like water,
Righteousness like an unfailing stream.

25Did you offer sacrifice and oblation to Me
Those forty years in the wilderness,
O House of Israel?

26And you shall carry off your “king”—
Sikkuth and Kiyyun,
The images you have made for yourselves
Of your astral deity—

27As I drive you into exile beyond Damascus
—Said the Lord, whose name is God of Hosts.

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