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CHAPTER 4

                 1Listen to this word,

                     you cows of Bashan who are on Mount Samaria,

                 who exploit the poor,

                     who crush the needy,

                 who say to their husbands,

                     Bring, that we may drink.”

                 2The Master, the LORD, has sworn by His holiness

                     that days are coming upon you

                 when you shall be borne off in baskets

                     and the last of you with fishhooks,

                 3and through the breaches each woman shall go out straight ahead,

                     and you shall be flung on the refuse heap—said the LORD.

                 4Come to Bethel and trespass,

                     to Gilgal and continue to trespass,

                 and bring the next morning your sacrifices

                     and on the third day your tithes.

                 5And burn a thanksgiving offering of leavened bread

                     and proclaim freewill offerings, make them heard.

                 For so have you loved,

                     O Israelites—said the Master, the LORD.

                 6And I on My part have given you

                     cleanness of teeth in all your towns

                         and want of bread in all your places,

                 but you did not come back to Me,

                     said the LORD.

                 7And I on My part withheld from you the rain

                     with still three months till the harvest,

                 and I rained on one town

                     but on another town did not rain.

                 One field would have rain,

                     but the field without rain would dry up.

                 8And two or three towns would wander

                     to a single town to drink water,

                         and would not slake their thirst.

                 But you did not turn back to Me, said the LORD.

                 9I struck you with blight and with mildew.

                     Ruins were your gardens and your vineyards,

                 and your fig trees and your olive trees the locusts devoured.

                     But you did not turn back to Me, said the LORD.

                 10I let loose the pestilence against you as in Egypt.

                     I slew your young men by the sword with your captured horses

                         and made your camps’ stench rise in your very nostrils.

                 But you did not turn back to Me, said the LORD.

                 11I overthrew you

                     as God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah,

                 and you became like a brand saved from burning.

                     But you did not turn back to Me, said the LORD.

                 12Therefore, this will I do to you, Israel,

                     because this will I do to you,

                         prepare to meet your God, O Israel.

                 13For, look, He fashions the mountains and creates the wind

                     and tells man what is his thought,

                 turns dawn into darkness

                     and treads on the earth’s high places.

                         The LORD God of Armies is His name.