Amos 7:7–15

⁷These things the Lord shewed to me: and behold the Lord was standing upon a plastered wall, and in his hand a mason’s trowel.

⁸And the Lord said to me: What seest thou, Amos? And I said: A mason’s trowel. And the Lord said: Behold, I will lay down the trowel in the midst of my people Israel. I will plaster them over no more.

⁹And the high places of the idol shall be thrown down, and the sanctuaries of Israel shall be laid waste: and I will rise up against the house of Jeroboam with the sword.

¹⁰And Amasias the priest of Bethel sent to Jeroboam king of Israel, saying: Amos hath rebelled against thee in the midst of the house of Israel: the land is not able to bear all his words.

¹¹For thus saith Amos: Jeroboam shall die by the sword, and Israel shall be carried away captive out of their own land.

¹²And Amasias said to Amos: Thou seer, go, flee away into the land of Juda: and eat bread there, and prophesy there.

¹³But prophesy not again any more in Bethel: because it is the king’s sanctuary, and it is the house of the kingdom.

¹⁴And Amos answered and said to Amasias: I am not a prophet, nor am I the son of a prophet: but I am a herdsman plucking wild figs.

¹⁵And the Lord took me when I followed the flock, and the Lord said to me: Go, prophesy to my people Israel.