1. My Master God showed me this vision: A bowl of fresh fruit.
2. He said, “What do you see, Amos?”I said, “A bowl of fresh, ripe fruit.”God said, “Right. So, I’m calling it quits with my people Israel. I’m no longer acting as if everything is just fine.”
3. “The royal singers will wail when it happens.”My Master God said so.“Corpses will be strewn here, there, and everywhere.Hush!”
4-6. Listen to this, you who walk all over the weak,you who treat poor people as less than nothing,Who say, “When’s my next paycheck comingso I can go out and live it up?How long till the weekendwhen I can go out and have a good time?”Who give little and take much,and never do an honest day’s work.You exploit the poor, using them—and then, when they’re used up, you discard them.