Amos Propheta 6
1 Væ qui opulenti estis in Sion, et confiditis in monte Samariæ: optimates capita populorum, ingredientes pompatice domum Israel.
Sorrow awaits who are carefree in Zion, overconfident on the mountain of Samaria! The elite of this, the best of nations, on whom the people of Israel rest their hopes!
2 Transite in Chalane, et videte, et ite inde in Emath magnam: et descendite in Geth Palæsthinorum, et ad optima quæque regna horum: si latior terminus eorum termino vestro est.
You say to the people: Cross over to Calneh and see, go from there to Hamath the great, then go down to Gath of the Philistines: Are they better than these kingdoms? Is their territory larger than yours?
3 Qui separati estis in diem malum: et appropinquatis solio iniquitatis.
You push away all thoughts of the evil day, yet have instituted a rule of violence.
4 Qui dormitis in lectis eburneis, et lascivitis in stratis vestris: qui comeditis agnum de grege, et vitulos de medio armenti.
They lie on ivory couches, sprawl on their divans, eat choice lambs from the flock, and fattened calves from the stall.
5 Qui canitis ad vocem psalterii: sicut David putaverunt se habere vasa cantici.
They idly sing to the sound of the lyre, thinking themselves songwriters like David,
6 Bibentes vinum in phialis, et optimo unguento delibuti: et nihil patiebantur super contritione Ioseph.
they drink bowlfuls of wine, and anoint themselves with the finest of oil. But they do not grieve over the ruin of Joseph.
7 Quapropter nunc migrabunt in capite transmigrantium: et auferetur factio lascivientium.
Therefore now they must go into exile at the head of the captives, and hushed will be the revelry of the sprawlers.
8 Iuravit Dominus Deus in anima sua, dicit Dominus Deus exercituum: Detestor ego superbiam Iacob, et domos eius odi, et tradam civitatem cum habitatoribus suis.
The Lord God, the Lord, the God of hosts, has sworn by himself: I abhor the pride of Jacob, I hate his palaces, therefore I will deliver up the city and all that is in it to their enemies.
9 Quod si reliqui fuerint decem viri in domo una, et ipsi morientur.
If ten people remain in one house, then they will die.
10 Et tollet eum propinquus suus, et comburet eum, ut efferat ossa de domo: et dicet ei, qui in penetralibus domus est: Numquid adhuc est penes te? Et respondebit: Finis est. Et dicet ei: Tace, et non recorderis nominis Domini.
When the uncle and another member of the family of a dead man come to carry the body out of the house for burial, they will call to someone in a corner of the house, “Any more there?” and he will answer, “No”, and then he will add, “Be quiet!” – for the name of the Lord must not be mentioned.
11 Quia ecce Dominus mandabit, et percutiet domum maiorem ruinis, et domum minorem scissionibus.
Look! The Lord is giving the command! He will smash the large house to bits, the small house into fragments.
12 Numquid currere queunt in petris equi, aut arari potest in bubalis? quoniam convertistis in amaritudinem iudicium, et fructum iustitiæ in absinthium.
Do horses gallop on crags? Does one plough the sea with oxen? Yet you turn justice into poison weed, and the fruit of righteousness into bitter wormwood.
13 Qui lætamini in nihilo: qui dicitis: Numquid non in fortitudine nostra assumpsimus nobis cornua?
You who are so proud of capturing Lo-debar, who say, “Have we not by our own strength taken Karnaim for ourselves?”
14 Ecce enim suscitabo super vos domus Israel, dicit Dominus Deus exercituum, gentem: et conteret vos ab introitu Emath, usque ad torrentem deserti.
I am now raising up against you, Israel, a nation, says the Lord, the God of hosts. They will oppress you, from the entrance of Hamath to the brook of the Arabah.
