Isaiah 17

1 A pronouncement against Damascus: “Look! Damascus will cease to be a city, And it will become a heap of ruins.

2 The cities of Aroʹer will be abandoned; They will become places for flocks to lie down With no one to make them afraid.

3 Fortified cities will disappear from Eʹphraim, And the kingdom from Damascus; And those remaining of Syria Will be like the glory of the Israelites,” declares Jehovah of armies.

4 “In that day the glory of Jacob will diminish, And his healthy body will grow thin.

5 It will be as when the harvester is gathering the standing grain And his arm harvests the ears of grain, Like when one gleans grain in the Valley of Rephʹaim.

6 Only gleanings will be left, As when an olive tree is beaten: Only two or three ripe olives remain on the highest branch, Only four or five on its fruit-bearing branches,” declares Jehovah the God of Israel.

7 In that day man will look up to his Maker, and his eyes will gaze at the Holy One of Israel.

8 He will not look to the altars, the work of his hands; and he will not gaze at what his fingers have made, either the sacred poles or the incense stands.

9 In that day his fortress cities will become like an abandoned site in the woodland, Like a branch that was abandoned before the Israelites; It will become a wasteland.

10 For you have forgotten the God of your salvation; You have failed to remember the Rock of your fortress. That is why you plant beautiful plantations And set it with the shoot of a stranger.

11 In the day you carefully fence in your plantation, In the morning you make your seed sprout, But the harvest will vanish in the day of disease and incurable pain.

12 Listen! There is a commotion of many peoples, Who are as boisterous as the seas! There is an uproar of nations, Whose sound is like the roar of mighty waters!

13 The nations will make a sound like the roar of many waters. He will rebuke them, and they will flee far away, Chased like the chaff of the mountains before a wind, Like a whirling thistle before a storm wind.

14 In the evening there is terror. Before morning they are no more. This is the share of those pillaging us And the lot of those plundering us.