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1 Thus hath the Lorde God shewed vnto me: and beholde, a basket of sommer fruite. 2 And he sayde: Amos, what seest thou? And I sayde: A basket of sommer fruite. Then sayd the Lord vnto me, The end is come vpon my people of Israel, I wil passe by them no more. 3 And the songues of the temple shalbe howlinges in that day sayth the Lorde God: many dead bodies shalbe in euery place, they shal cast them foorth with scilence. 4 Heare this, O ye that swallow vp the poore, that ye may make the needy of the lande to fayle, 5 Saying, When will the new moneth be gone, that we may sell corne? & the Sabbath, that we may set foorth wheate, and make the Epha small, & the sicle great, & falsifie the wayghtes by deceite? 6 That we may bie the poore for siluer, and the needy for shoes, yea and sell the refuse of the wheate? Amos 8:1-6, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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