3 The temple singers will wail on that day—oracle of the Lord God.Many shall be the corpses,strewn everywhere—Silence!
4 Hear this, you who trample upon the needyand destroy the poor of the land:
5 “When will the new moon be over,” you ask,“that we may sell our grain,And the sabbath,that we may open the grain-bins?We will diminish the ephah,add to the shekel,and fix our scales for cheating!
6 We will buy the destitute for silver,and the poor for a pair of sandals;even the worthless grain we will sell!”
7 The Lord has sworn by the pride of Jacob:Never will I forget a thing they have done!
8 Shall not the land tremble because of this,and all who dwell in it mourn?It will all rise up and toss like the Nile,and subside like the river of Egypt.
9 On that day—oracle of the Lord God—I will make the sun set at middayand in broad daylight cover the land with darkness.