Amos · Chapter 7

[ edit] Theſe þingus þe Lord God ſhewide to me; and loo! a maker of locuſt in þe bygynnyng of buriownynge þingus of eeuen rayn, and loo! eeuen rayn after þe clipper of floc, or kyng. And it is don, whanne he eendide for to eete þe herbe of erþe, Y ſaide, Lord God, be þou mercyful, Y byſeche; who ſhal reyſe Jacob, for he is litil? Þe Lord hadde mercy on þis þing; It ſhal not be, ſaide þe Lord God. Þe Lord God ſhewide to me þis þing; and loo! þe Lord God ſhal cleepe dom to fijr, and it ſhal deuoure myche depneſſe, and ſhal eet to gydre a part. And Y ſaide, Lord God, reſte þou, Y byſeche; who ſhal reiſe Jacob, for he is lytil?

Þe Lord hadde mercy on þis þing; Bot and þis þing ſhal not be, ſaide þe Lord God. Þe Lord God ſhewide to me þeſe þingus; and loo! þe Lord ſtondynge on a wall teerid, or morterd, and in þe hond of hym a truel of maſoun. And þe Lord ſaide to me, What ſeeſt þou, Amos? And Y ſaide, A truel of maſoun. And þe Lord ſaide, Loo! Y ſhal putte a truel in mydil of my people Yrael; Y ſhal no more putte to, for to ouer leede hym; and þe heeȝ þingus of þe ydol ſhuln be diſtruyed, and þe halewyngis of Yrael ſhuln be deſolat; and Y ſhal ryſe on þe hous of Jeroboam in ſwerde.

And Amaſie, preſt of Beþel, ſente to Jeroboam, kyng of Yrael, ſayinge, Amos rebellide aȝeinus þee, in þe mydil of þe hous of Yrael; þe lond may not ſuſteyne alle his wordis. Forſoþe Amos ſaiþ þeſe þingus, Jeroboam ſhal dye in ſwerd, and Yrael caitif ſhal paſſe of his lond. And Amaſie ſaide to Amos, Þou þat ſeeſt, go; flee þou in to þe lond of Juda, and eete þou þere þi breede; and þere þou ſhalt prophecie. And in Beþel þou ſhalt no more putte to, þat þou prophecie, for it is þe halewyng of þe kyng, and is hous of þe rewme. And Amos anſwerde, and ſaide to Amaſye, Y am not a prophete, Y am not þe ſone of a prophete; but a neet heerde Y am, drawinge vp ſycomoris.

And þe Lord toke me, whanne Y ſuede þe floc; and þe Lord ſaide to me, Go, and prophecie þou to my peple Yrael. And now heere þou þe word of þe Lord. Þou ſaiſt, Þou ſhalt not prophecie on Yrael, and þou ſhalt not droppe on þe hous of ydol. For þis þing þe Lord ſaiþ þeſe þingis, Þi wyf in cytee ſhal do fornycacioun, and þi ſonnys and þi douȝters in ſwerd ſhuln falle, and þin erþe ſhal be meetyn wiþ a litil coorde; and þou ſhalt dye in a polut lond, and Yrael ſhal paſſe caitif of his lond.