Isaiah 17
17 1The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from being
a city, and it shall be a ruinous heap.
2The cities of Aroer are
forsaken; they shall be for flocks, which shall lie down, and none shall make
them afraid.
3And the fortress shall cease from Ephraim, and the kingdom
from Damascus, and the remnant of Syria; they shall be as the glory of the
children of Israel, saith Jehovah of hosts.
4And it shall come to pass in
that day, that the glory of Jacob shall be made thin, and the fatness of his
flesh shall wax lean.
5And it shall be as when the harvestman gathereth
the standing grain, and his arm reapeth the ears; yea, it shall be as when
one gleaneth ears in the valley of Rephaim.
6Yet there shall be left
therein gleanings, as the shaking of an olive-tree, two or three berries in
the top of the uppermost bough, four or five in the outmost branches of a
fruitful tree, saith Jehovah, the God of Israel.
7In that day shall men
look unto their Maker, and their eyes shall have respect to the Holy One of
Israel.
8And they shall not look to the altars, the work of their hands;
neither shall they have respect to that which their fingers have made, either
the Asherim, or the sun-images.
9In that day shall their strong cities be
as the forsaken places in the wood and on the mountain top, which were
forsaken from before the children of Israel; and it shall be a desolation.
10For thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, and hast not been
mindful of the rock of thy strength; therefore thou plantest pleasant plants,
and settest it with strange slips.
11In the day of thy planting thou
hedgest it in, and in the morning thou makest thy seed to blossom; but the
harvest fleeth away in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.
12Ah,
the uproar of many peoples, that roar like the roaring of the seas; and the
rushing of nations, that rush like the rushing of mighty waters!
13The
nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters: but he shall rebuke them,
and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the
mountains before the wind, and like the whirling dust before the storm.
14At eventide, behold, terror; and before the morning they are
not. This is the portion of them that despoil us, and the lot of them that
rob us.
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