John Trapp on Amos 8:3

Verſe 3. And the ſongs of the temple ſhall be howlings,] Heb. ſhall howle, ſhall be turned into the black-ſantis, as they call it, (cantus in planctum laetitia in lachrymas) ſuch as I hate, chap. 5.23. and feel it grating mine ears, as an harmonia diſcors.

there ſhall bee many dead bodies in every place.] Either through peſtilence, or ſword. Others read it thus. In every place it ſhall bee ſaid, Proijce, ſile, Out with them, Make no words: an earneſt Apoſiopeſis (See chap. 6.10. with the Note.) q. d. Patiently acquieſce in the juſt judgement of ſo mighty a God. Or, throw theſe dead bodies into pits, and ſay nothing: leſt we be ſequeſtred as unclean by the law. It is no ſmall miſery to be under hard and heavy croſſes, and yet to be forced to diſſemble and ſuppreſſe them; to bite in pain, and to diſgeſt grief, as horſes do their choler, by biting on the bridle. I was dumb with ſilence, ſaith David, I held my peace even from good, that is, from juſt defence, but my ſorrow was ſtirred thereby; my ſore was exulcerate, renewed, (as the Greek there ſaith) and increaſed, Pſal. 39.2. Give ſorrow a vent, and it will wear away.