He reproveth Israel for oppression,
Amos 4:1 O heare thys worde ye fat kyne, that be vpon the hyll of Samaria: ye that do poore men wronge, and oppresse the nedy: ye that saye to your lordes: brynge hyther, let vs drinke. Amos 4:2 Therfore, the Lorde hath sworne by hys holynes: The dayes shall come vpon you, þt the enemyes shall cary you away in shyppes, & your posterite shalbe caryed awaye vpon fyshers hokes. Amos 4:3 Ye shall get you out at the gappes one after another, euen the kynges palace shall you ouer throwe, to make awaye to escape, sayeth the Lorde.
Amos 4:4 Ye came to Bethell for to worcke vngraciousnes, and haue increased your sinnes at Galgal: ye brought your sacrifyces in þe mornynge, and youre tythes vnto the thirde daye. Amos 4:5 Ye made a thankofferynge of leuen, ye promysed frewill offeringes, and proclamed them. Soch lust had ye, O ye children of Israel, sayeth the Lord God.
and for their incorrigibleness.
Amos 4:6 Therfore haue I geuen you ydle teeth in all youre cyties, and scarsnesse of bred in all your palaces: yet will ye not turne vnto me, sayeth the Lorde. Amos 4:7 When there were but thre monethes vnto the haruest, I withelde the rayne from you: ye I rayned vpon one cytie: and not vpon another, one pece of grounde was moystured wt rayne, and the grounde that I rayned not vpon, was drye. Amos 4:8 Wherfore two, yee, thre cyties came vnto one, to drincke water: but they were not satisfyed, yet will ye not turne vnto me, sayeth the Lorde. Amos 4:9 I haue smytten you with drouth & blastinge: and loke howe many orchardes, vyneyardes, fyggetrees & olyuetrees ye had: the caterpyller hath eaten them vp. But yet will ye not turne vnto me, sayeth the Lorde. Amos 4:10 Pestylence haue I sent amonge you, as I dyd in Egypt: your yonge men haue I slayne with the swerde, and caused your horses to be taken captyue: I made the stinckynge sauour of youre tentes to come vp into youre nostrels. Yet will ye not turne vnto me, sayeth the Lorde. Amos 4:11 Some of you haue I ouerthrowen, as I ouerthrewe Sodome and Gomorre: so that ye were as a bronde plucte out of the fyre. Yet wyll ye not turne vnto me, sayeth the Lorde. Amos 4:12 Therfore, thus will I handle the agayne, O Israel, ye euen thus will I handle the. Make the ready then to mete thy God, O Israel. Amos 4:13 For lo, he maketh the mountaynes, he ordeyneth the wynde, he sheweth man what he is aboute to do: he maketh the mornynge and the darckenes, he treadeth vpon the hye places of the earth; the Lorde God of hostes is his name.