Amos 7:1-5

GOD, my Master, showed me this vision: He was preparing a locust swarm. The first cutting, which went to the king, was complete, and the second crop was just sprouting. The locusts ate everything green. Not even a blade of grass was left. I called out, “GOD, my Master! Excuse me, but what’s going to come of Jacob? He’s so small.” GOD gave in. “It won’t happen,” he said. * * * GOD showed me this vision: Oh! GOD, my Master GOD was calling up a firestorm. It burned up the ocean. Then it burned up the Promised Land. I said, “GOD, my Master! Hold it—please! What’s going to come of Jacob? He’s so small.”