Lying on ivory beds and sprawling on their divans, they dine on lambs from the flock, and stall-fattened veal; they bawl to the sound of the lyre and, like David, they invent musical instruments; they drink wine by the bowlful, and lard themselves with the finest oils, but for the ruin of Joseph they care nothing. That is why they will now go into captivity, heading the column of captives. The sprawlers’ revelry is over. Lord Yahweh has sworn by his own self -declares Yahweh, God Sabaoth: I detest the pride of Jacob, I hate his palaces, I shall hand over the city and all in it.
If ten people are left in a single house, they will die and a few will be left to carry the bones from the house, and they will say to anyone deep inside the house, ‘Any more there?’ and he will answer, ‘No.’ Then he will say, ‘Hush!-Yahweh’s name must not be mentioned.’ For look, Yahweh gives the command: as he strikes, the great house falls to pieces and the small house is in fragments. Can horses gallop over rocks? Can the sea be ploughed with oxen? Yet you have changed justice into poison, and the fruit of uprightness into wormwood. (Amos 6:4-12)