By a basket of summer fruit is shewed the propinquity of Israel's end.
Amos 8:1 The Lorde God: shewed me thys vysyon: and beholde, there was a maunde wt sommer frute. Amos 8:2 And he sayde: Amos, what seyst thou? I answered: a maunde wt sommer frute. Then sayde the Lorde vnto me: the ende commeth vpon my people of Israel, I wyll nomore ouerse them. Amos 8:3 In þt daye shall the songes of the temple be turned into sorowe, saieth þe Lord God, many deed bodyes shall lye in euery place, and be cast forth secretly.
Oppression is reproved.
Amos 8:4 Heare thys, O ye that oppresse the poore, and destroye the nedy in the lande, saying: Amos 8:5 When will the new moneth be gone, that we maye sell vytayle, & the Sabboth, that we maye haue scarcenesse of corne: to make the bushel lesse, and the Sycle greater? Amos 8:6 We shall set vp false wayghtes, þt we maye get the pore vuder vs wyth theyr money, and the nedy also for shoes: yee, let vs sell the chaffe for corne. Amos 8:7 The Lord hath sworne agaynst þe pryde of Iacob: these workes of theyrs wyll I neuer forget. Amos 8:8 Shall not the lande tremble, and all they that dwell therin, mourne for this? Shall not theyr destruccyon come vpon them lyke a water streame, and flowe ouer them as þe floude of Egypte? Amos 8:9 At þe same tyme (sayeth the Lord God) I shall cause the Sunne to go downe at none, and the lande to be darcke in the cleare daye. Amos 8:10 Your hye feastes wyll I turne to sorowe, & youre songes to mournynge: I will bringe sack cloth vpon all backes, and baldnes vpon euery head: yee, soch a mournynge wyll I sende them. as is made vpon an only begotten sonne, and they shall haue a myserable ende.
A famine of the Word threatened.
Amos 8:11 Beholde, the tyme commeth (sayeth the Lorde God) that I shall sende an hunger into the earth: not the hunger of bred, ner the thyrst of water: but an hunger so heare þe worde of the Lorde: Amos 8:12 so þt they shall go from þe one see to þe other, yee, from þe north vnto the east, runnynge aboute to seke þe worde of the Lorde, & shall not fynde it Amos 8:13 In þt tyme, shall the fayre virgins & the yonge men perysh for thyrst, Amos 8:14 yee, euen they that sweare in the execrable calfe of Samarya, & saye: as truly as thy God lyueth at Dan, and as truly as thy God lyueth at Bersaba. These shall fall, and neuer ryse vp agayne.