Amos · Chapter 4

[ edit] Heer þis word, ȝe fatt kyen, þat ben in þe mount of Samarie; whiche don fals chalenge to nedy men, and to gydre breken poore men; whiche ſaien to ȝour lordis, Brenge ȝee, and we ſhuln drynke. Þe Lord God ſwore in his holy, for loo! days ſhuln cum on ȝou; and þei ſhuln reyſe ȝou in a dart wiþ out yren, and ȝour relykis in pottis boylynge. And by opnyngis ȝe ſhuln go out, an oþer aȝeinus an oþer, and ȝe ſhuln be caſt in to Arnoun, ſaiþ þe Lord. Cum ȝe to Beþel, and do ȝe vnpytouſly; to Galgala, and multiplie ȝe treſpaſſyng; and offre ȝe eerly ȝour ſacrifices for victorie, in þree days ȝour tiþes.

And ſacrifie ȝe herying of ſour dowid, and clepe ȝe wilful offryngus, and telle ȝe; forſoþe þus ȝe wolden, ſonys of Yrael, ſaiþ þe Lord God. Wherfore and Y ȝaue to ȝou eggyng of teeþ in alle ȝour cytees, and need of loues in alle ȝour placis; and ȝe turneden not aȝein to me, ſaiþ þe Lord. And Y forbad rayn fro ȝou, whanne ȝit þree moneþis weren ouer, til to rype corn; and I reynede on oo citee, and I reynede not on an oþer; oo part is reyned, and þe part on whiche Y reynede not, dryede. And two and þree cytees camen to oo cytee, for to drinke water, and þei ben not fulfillid; and ȝe turnede not aȝein to me, ſaiþ þe Lord.

Y ſmote ȝou in brennyng wynd, and in myldew, þe multitude of ȝour gardeyns, and ȝour vijn ȝerdis; and olyuetis, or placis wher olyues wexen, and fijge placis, eruke eete; and ȝee turneden not aȝein to me, ſaiþ þe Lord. Y ſente in to ȝou deeþ in þe waye of Egypt, Y ſmote in ſwerd ȝour ȝung men, vn to caitifte of ȝour horſis, and Y made þe ſtynk of ȝour caſtels, or multitude of armed men, for to ſtye in to ȝour noſe þrillis; and ȝe turneden not aȝein to me, ſaiþ þe Lord. Y diſtruyede ȝou, as God diſtruyede Sodom and Gomor, and ȝe ben maad as a brond rauyſhid of brennyng; and ȝe turneden not aȝein to me, ſaiþ þe Lord.

Wherfore þis Y ſhal do to þee, Yrael; forſoþe after þat Y ſhal do to þee þis þing, Yrael, be þou maad redy in to aȝein cummyng of þi God. For loo! Y fourmynge hillis, and makynge of nouȝt wynd, and tellynge to man his ſpeche, makynge a morewe cloude, or myſt, and goynge on heeȝ þingis of erþe; þe Lord of ooſtis name of hym.