Amos 5–6

All Show, No Substance

¹5Listen to this, family of Israel,

this Message I’m sending in bold print, this tragic warning:

²“Virgin Israel has fallen flat on her face.

She’ll never stand up again.

She’s been left where she’s fallen.

No one offers to help her up.”

³This is the Message, God’s Word:

“The city that marches out with a thousand

will end up with a hundred.

The city that marches out with a hundred

will end up with ten. Oh, family of Israel!”

^4–5God’s Message to the family of Israel:

“Seek me and live.

Don’t fool around at those shrines of Bethel,

Don’t waste time taking trips to Gilgal,

and don’t bother going down to Beer-sheba.

Gilgal is here today and gone tomorrow

and Bethel is all show, no substance.”

⁶So seek God and live! You don’t want to end up

with nothing to show for your life

But a pile of ashes, a house burned to the ground.

For God will send just such a fire,

and the firefighters will show up too late.

Raw Truth Is Never Popular

^7–9Woe to you who turn justice to vinegar

and stomp righteousness into the mud.

Do you realize where you are? You’re in a cosmos

star-flung with constellations by God,

A world God wakes up each morning

and puts to bed each night.

God dips water from the ocean

and gives the land a drink.

God, God-revealed, does all this.

And he can destroy it as easily as make it.

He can turn this vast wonder into total waste.

^10–12People hate this kind of talk.

Raw truth is never popular.

But here it is, bluntly spoken:

Because you run roughshod over the poor

and take the bread right out of their mouths,

You’re never going to move into

the luxury homes you have built.

You’re never going to drink wine

from the expensive vineyards you’ve planted.

I know precisely the extent of your violations,

the enormity of your sins. Appalling!

You bully right-living people,

taking bribes right and left and kicking the poor when they’re down.

¹³Justice is a lost cause. Evil is epidemic.

Decent people throw up their hands.

Protest and rebuke are useless,

a waste of breath.

¹⁴Seek good and not evil—

and live!

You talk about God, the God-of-the-Angel-Armies,

being your best friend.

Well, live like it,

and maybe it will happen.

¹⁵Hate evil and love good,

then work it out in the public square.

Maybe God, the God-of-the-Angel-Armies,

will notice your remnant and be gracious.

^16–17Now again, my Master’s Message, God, God-of-the-Angel-Armies:

“Go out into the streets and lament loudly!

Fill the malls and shops with cries of doom!

Weep loudly, ‘Not me! Not us, Not now!’

Empty offices, stores, factories, workplaces.

Enlist everyone in the general lament.

I want to hear it loud and clear when I make my visit.”

God’s Decree.

Time to Face Hard Reality, Not Fantasy

^18–20Woe to all of you who want God’s Judgment Day!

Why would you want to see God, want him to come?

When God comes, it will be bad news before it’s good news,

the worst of times, not the best of times.

Here’s what it’s like: A man runs from a lion

right into the jaws of a bear.

A woman goes home after a hard day’s work

and is raped by a neighbor.

At God’s coming we face hard reality, not fantasy—

a black cloud with no silver lining.

^21–24“I can’t stand your religious meetings.

I’m fed up with your conferences and conventions.

I want nothing to do with your religion projects,

your pretentious slogans and goals.

I’m sick of your fund-raising schemes,

your public relations and image making.

I’ve had all I can take of your noisy ego-music.

When was the last time you sang to me?

Do you know what I want?

I want justice—oceans of it.

I want fairness—rivers of it.

That’s what I want. That’s all I want.

^25–27“Didn’t you, dear family of Israel, worship me faithfully for forty years in the wilderness, bringing the sacrifices and offerings I commanded? How is it you’ve stooped to dragging gimcrack statues of your so-called rulers around, hauling the cheap images of all your star-gods here and there? Since you like them so much, you can take them with you when I drive you into exile beyond Damascus.” God’s Message, God-of-the-Angel-Armies.

Those Who Live Only for Today

^1–26Woe to you who think you live on easy street in Zion,

who think Mount Samaria is the good life.

You assume you’re at the top of the heap,

voted the number-one best place to live.

Well, wake up and look around. Get off your pedestal.

Take a look at Calneh.

Go and visit Great Hamath.

Look in on Gath of the Philistines.

Doesn’t that take you off your high horse?

Compared to them, you’re not much, are you?

^3–6Woe to you who are rushing headlong to disaster!

Catastrophe is just around the corner!

Woe to those who live in luxury

and expect everyone else to serve them!

Woe to those who live only for today,

indifferent to the fate of others!

Woe to the playboys, the playgirls,

who think life is a party held just for them!

Woe to those addicted to feeling good—life without pain!

those obsessed with looking good—life without wrinkles!

They could not care less

about their country going to ruin.

⁷But here’s what’s really coming:

a forced march into exile.

They’ll leave the country whining,

a rag-tag bunch of good-for-nothings.

You’ve Made a Shambles of Justice

⁸God, the Master, has sworn, and solemnly stands by his Word.

The God-of-the-Angel-Armies speaks:

“I hate the arrogance of Jacob.

I have nothing but contempt for his forts.

I’m about to hand over the city

and everyone in it.”

^9–10Ten men are in a house, all dead. A relative comes and gets the bodies to prepare them for a decent burial. He discovers a survivor huddled in a closet and asks, “Are there any more?” The answer: “Not a soul. But hush! God must not be mentioned in this desecrated place.”

¹¹Note well: God issues the orders.

He’ll knock large houses to smithereens.

He’ll smash little houses to bits.

^12–13Do you hold a horse race in a field of rocks?

Do you plow the sea with oxen?

You’d cripple the horses

and drown the oxen.

And yet you’ve made a shambles of justice,

a bloated corpse of righteousness,

Bragging of your trivial pursuits,

beating up on the weak and crowing, “Look what I’ve done!”

¹⁴“Enjoy it while you can, you Israelites.

I’ve got a pagan army on the move against you”

—this is your God speaking, God-of-the-Angel-Armies—

“And they’ll make hash of you,

from one end of the country to the other.”