1Yo, listen up, you cows of Bashan chillin' in Samaria, oppressin' the poor and crushin' the needy, tellin' your bosses, "Bring it on, let’s drink!"

2The Lord God’s like, “I swear on my holiness, days are comin’ when I’ll pull you out with hooks, and your fam too, no cap.”

3You’ll bounce out through the breaches, every cow followin’ its lead, and toss 'em into the palace, says the Lord.

4Roll up to Beth-el and act up; at Gilgal, go wild with your sins; bring your sacrifices every morning and your tithes after three years, fr.

5Bring a lit thanksgiving sacrifice with leaven, and shout out your free offerings: this is what you vibe with, O Israel, says the Lord God.

6I’ve kept your smiles fresh in all your cities, but you’re hungry everywhere; still, you haven’t come back to me, says the Lord.

7I held back the rain when harvest was just around the corner: one city got blessed with rain, while another stayed dry and withered, periodt.

8So a couple cities rolled to one city for water; they were thirsty but didn’t find satisfaction; yet you still haven’t returned to me, says the Lord.

9I hit you with blasts and mildew: your gardens and vineyards were poppin', but the palmerworm devoured them; still, you didn’t come back to me, says the Lord.

10I sent a plague like Egypt’s: I took out your young men with the sword, snatched your horses, and made your camp smell nasty; yet you still haven’t returned to me, says the Lord.

11I’ve flipped some of you like God flipped Sodom and Gomorrah, and you were like a firebrand pulled from the flames; yet you haven’t returned to me, says the Lord.

12So here’s the deal, Israel: I’m about to do this to you, so get ready to meet your God, O Israel.

13For real, He’s the one who shapes the mountains, creates the wind, spills your thoughts, makes the morning dark, and walks on the high places of the earth; The Lord, The God of hosts, is His name.

1Hear this word, ye kine of Bashan, that are in the mountain of Samaria, which oppress the poor, which crush the needy, which say to their masters, Bring, and let us drink.

2The Lord God hath sworn by his holiness, that, lo, the days shall come upon you, that he will take you away with hooks, and your posterity with fishhooks.

3And ye shall go out at the breaches, every cow at that which is before her; and ye shall cast them into the palace, saith the Lord.

4Come to Beth–el, and transgress; at Gilgal multiply transgression; and bring your sacrifices every morning, and your tithes after three years:

5And offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving with leaven, and proclaim and publish the free offerings: for this liketh you, O ye children of Israel, saith the Lord God.

6And I also have given you cleanness of teeth in all your cities, and want of bread in all your places: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.

7And also I have withholden the rain from you, when there were yet three months to the harvest: and I caused it to rain upon one city, and caused it not to rain upon another city: one piece was rained upon, and the piece whereupon it rained not withered.

8So two or three cities wandered unto one city, to drink water; but they were not satisfied: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.

9I have smitten you with blasting and mildew: when your gardens and your vineyards and your fig trees and your olive trees increased, the palmerworm devoured them: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.

10I have sent among you the pestilence after the manner of Egypt: your young men have I slain with the sword, and have taken away your horses; and I have made the stink of your camps to come up unto your nostrils: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.

11I have overthrown some of you, as God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah, and ye were as a firebrand plucked out of the burning: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.

12Therefore thus will I do unto thee, O Israel: and because I will do this unto thee, prepare to meet thy God, O Israel.

13For, lo, he that formeth the mountains, and createth the wind, and declareth unto man what is his thought, that maketh the morning darkness, and treadeth upon the high places of the earth, The Lord, The God of hosts, is his name.