Amos (עמוס) - Amos 8

STUTTGARTENSIA-DELITZSCH	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 בָּעֵת הַהִיא נְאֻם־יְהוָה [וְיֹצִיאוּ כ] (יֹוצִיאוּ ק) אֶת־עַצְמֹות מַלְכֵי־יְהוּדָה וְאֶת־עַצְמֹות־שָׂרָיו וְאֶת־עַצְמֹות הַכֹּהֲנִים וְאֵת ׀ עַצְמֹות הַנְּבִיאִים וְאֵת עַצְמֹות יֹושְׁבֵי־יְרוּשָׁלִָם מִקִּבְרֵיהֶם	1 At that time, says the LORD, the bones of the kings and princes of Judah, the bones of the priests and the prophets, and the bones of the citizens of Jerusalem will be emptied out of their graves
2 וּשְׁטָחוּם לַשֶּׁמֶשׁ וְלַיָּרֵחַ וּלְכֹל ׀ צְבָא הַשָּׁמַיִם אֲשֶׁר אֲהֵבוּם וַאֲשֶׁר עֲבָדוּם וַאֲשֶׁר הָלְכוּ אַחֲרֵיהֶם וַאֲשֶׁר דְּרָשׁוּם וַאֲשֶׁר הִשְׁתַּחֲווּ לָהֶם לֹא יֵאָסְפוּ וְלֹא יִקָּבֵרוּ לְדֹמֶן עַל־פְּנֵי הָאֲדָמָה יִהְיוּ	2 and spread out before the sun and the moon and the whole army of heaven, which they loved and served, which they followed, consulted, and worshiped. They will not be gathered up for burial, but will lie like dung upon the ground.
3 וְנִבְחַר מָוֶת מֵחַיִּים לְכֹל הַשְּׁאֵרִית הַנִּשְׁאָרִים מִן־הַמִּשְׁפָּחָה הָרָעָה הַזֹּאת בְּכָל־הַמְּקֹמֹות הַנִּשְׁאָרִים אֲשֶׁר הִדַּחְתִּים שָׁם נְאֻם יְהוָה צְבָאֹות׃ ס	3 Death will be preferred to life by all the survivors of this wicked race who remain in any of the places to which I banish them, says the LORD of hosts.
4 וְאָמַרְתָּ אֲלֵיהֶם כֹּה אָמַר יְהוָה הֲיִפְּלוּ וְלֹא יָקוּמוּ אִם־יָשׁוּב וְלֹא יָשׁוּב	4 Tell them: Thus says the LORD: When someone falls, does he not rise again? if he goes astray, does he not turn back?
5 מַדּוּעַ שֹׁובְבָה הָעָם הַזֶּה יְרוּשָׁלִַם מְשֻׁבָה נִצַּחַת הֶחֱזִיקוּ בַּתַּרְמִית מֵאֲנוּ לָשׁוּב	5 Why do these people rebel with obstinate resistance? Why do they cling to deceptive idols, refuse to turn back?
6 הִקְשַׁבְתִּי וָאֶשְׁמָע לֹוא־כֵן יְדַבֵּרוּ אֵין אִישׁ נִחָם עַל־רָעָתֹו לֵאמֹר מֶה עָשִׂיתִי כֻּלֹּה ב [בִּמְרֻצֹותָם כ] (בִּמְרוּצָתָם ק) כְּסוּס שֹׁוטֵף בַּמִּלְחָמָה	6 I listen closely: they speak what is not true; No one repents of his wickedness, saying, "What have I done!" Everyone keeps on running his course, like a steed dashing into battle.
7 גַּם־חֲסִידָה בַשָּׁמַיִם יָדְעָה מֹועֲדֶיהָ וְתֹר [וְסוּס כ] (וְסִיס ק) וְעָגוּר שָׁמְרוּ אֶת־עֵת בֹּאָנָה וְעַמִּי לֹא יָדְעוּ אֵת מִשְׁפַּט יְהוָה	7 Even the stork in the air knows it seasons; Turtledove, swallow and thrush observe their time of return, But my people do not know the ordinance of the LORD.
8 אֵיכָה תֹאמְרוּ חֲכָמִים אֲנַחְנוּ וְתֹורַת יְהוָה אִתָּנוּ אָכֵן הִנֵּה לַשֶּׁקֶר עָשָׂה עֵט שֶׁקֶר סֹפְרִים	8 How can you say, "We are wise, we have the law of the LORD"? Why, that has been changed into falsehood by the lying pen of the scribes!
9 הֹבִישׁוּ חֲכָמִים חַתּוּ וַיִּלָּכֵדוּ הִנֵּה בִדְבַר־יְהוָה מָאָסוּ וְחָכְמַת־מֶה לָהֶם׃ ס	9 The wise are confounded, dismayed and ensnared; Since they have rejected the word of the LORD, of what avail is their wisdom?
10 לָכֵן אֶתֵּן אֶת־נְשֵׁיהֶם לַאֲחֵרִים שְׂדֹותֵיהֶם לְיֹורְשִׁים כִּי מִקָּטֹן וְעַד־גָּדֹול כֻּלֹּה בֹּצֵעַ בָּצַע מִנָּבִיא וְעַד־כֹּהֵן כֻּלֹּה עֹשֶׂה שָּׁקֶר	10 Therefore, I will give their wives to strangers, their fields to spoilers. Small and great alike, all are greedy for gain, prophet and priest, all practice fraud.
11 וַיְרַפּוּ אֶת־שֶׁבֶר בַּת־עַמִּי עַל־נְקַלָּה לֵאמֹר שָׁלֹום ׀ שָׁלֹום וְאֵין שָׁלֹום	11 They would repair, as though it were nought, the injury to the daughter of my people: "Peace, peace!" they say, though there is no peace.
12 הֹבִשׁוּ כִּי תֹועֵבָה עָשׂוּ גַּם־בֹּושׁ לֹא־יֵבֹשׁוּ וְהִכָּלֵם לֹא יָדָעוּ לָכֵן יִפְּלוּ בַנֹּפְלִים בְּעֵת פְּקֻדָּתָם יִכָּשְׁלוּ אָמַר יְהוָה׃ ס	12 They are odious; they have done abominable things, yet they are not at all ashamed, they know not how to blush. Hence they shall be among those who fall; in their time of punishment they shall go down, says the LORD.
13 אָסֹף אֲסִיפֵם נְאֻם־יְהֹוָה אֵין עֲנָבִים בַּגֶּפֶן וְאֵין תְּאֵנִים בַּתְּאֵנָה וְהֶעָלֶה נָבֵל וָאֶתֵּן לָהֶם יַעַבְרוּם	13 I will gather them all in, says the LORD: no grapes on the vine, No figs on the fig trees, foliage withered!
14 עַל־מָה אֲנַחְנוּ יֹשְׁבִים הֵאָסְפוּ וְנָבֹוא אֶל־עָרֵי הַמִּבְצָר וְנִדְּמָה־שָּׁם כִּי יְהוָה אֱלֹהֵינוּ הֲדִמָּנוּ וַיַּשְׁקֵנוּ מֵי־רֹאשׁ כִּי חָטָאנוּ לַיהוָה	14 Why do we remain here? Let us form ranks and enter the walled cities, to perish there; For the LORD has wrought our destruction, he has given us poison to drink, because we have sinned against the LORD.
15 קַוֵּה לְשָׁלֹום וְאֵין טֹוב לְעֵת מַרְפֵּה וְהִנֵּה בְעָתָה	15 We wait for peace to no avail; for a time of healing, but terror comes instead.
16 מִדָּן נִשְׁמַע נַחְרַת סוּסָיו מִקֹּול מִצְהֲלֹות אַבִּירָיו רָעֲשָׁה כָּל־הָאָרֶץ וַיָּבֹואוּ וַיֹּאכְלוּ אֶרֶץ וּמְלֹואָהּ עִיר וְיֹשְׁבֵי בָהּ׃ ס	16 From Dan is heard the snorting of his steeds; The neighing of his stallions shakes the whole land. They come devouring the land and all it contains, the city and those who dwell in it.
17 כִּי הִנְנִי מְשַׁלֵּחַ בָּכֶם נְחָשִׁים צִפְעֹנִים אֲשֶׁר אֵין־לָהֶם לָחַשׁ וְנִשְּׁכוּ אֶתְכֶם נְאֻם־יְהוָה׃ ס	17 Yes, I will send against you poisonous snakes, Against which no charm will work when they bite you, says the LORD.
18 מַבְלִיגִיתִי עֲלֵי יָגֹון עָלַי לִבִּי דַוָּי	18 My grief is incurable, my heart within me is faint.
19 הִנֵּה־קֹול שַׁוְעַת בַּת־עַמִּי מֵאֶרֶץ מַרְחַקִּים הַיהוָה אֵין בְּצִיֹּון אִם־מַלְכָּהּ אֵין בָּהּ מַדּוּעַ הִכְעִסוּנִי בִּפְסִלֵיהֶם בְּהַבְלֵי נֵכָר	19 Listen! the cry of the daughter of my people, far and wide in the land! Is the LORD no longer in Zion, is her King no longer in her midst? (Why do they provoke me with their idols, with their foreign nonentities?)
20 עָבַר קָצִיר כָּלָה קָיִץ וַאֲנַחְנוּ לֹוא נֹושָׁעְנוּ	20 "The harvest has passed, the summer is at an end, and yet we are not safe!"
21 עַל־שֶׁבֶר בַּת־עַמִּי הָשְׁבָּרְתִּי קָדַרְתִּי שַׁמָּה הֶחֱזִקָתְנִי	21 I am broken by the ruin of the daughter of my people. I am disconsolate; horror has seized me.
22 הַצֳרִי אֵין בְּגִלְעָד אִם־רֹפֵא אֵין שָׁם כִּי מַדּוּעַ לֹא עָלְתָה אֲרֻכַת בַּת־עַמִּי	22 Is there no balm in Gilead, no physician there? Why grows not new flesh over the wound of the daughter of my people?
23 מִי־יִתֵּן רֹאשִׁי מַיִם וְעֵינִי מְקֹור דִּמְעָה וְאֶבְכֶּה יֹומָם וָלַיְלָה אֵת חַלְלֵי בַת־עַמִּי	23 Oh, that my head were a spring of water, my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night over the slain of the daughter of my people!