Isaiah 17

¹This is the burden against Damascus:

“Behold, Damascus is no longer a city;

it has become a heap of ruins.

²The cities of Aroer are forsaken;

they will be left to the flocks,

which will lie down with no one to fear.

³The fortress will disappear from Ephraim,^a

and the sovereignty from Damascus.

The remnant of Aram will be

like the splendor of the Israelites,”

declares the LORD of Hosts.

⁴“In that day the splendor of Jacob will fade,

and the fat of his body will waste away,

⁵as the reaper gathers the standing grain

and harvests the ears with his arm,

as one gleans heads of grain

in the Valley of Rephaim.

⁶Yet gleanings will remain,

like an olive tree that has been beaten—

two or three berries atop the tree,

four or five on its fruitful branches,”

declares the LORD, the God of Israel.

⁷In that day men will look to their Maker

and turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel.

⁸They will not look to the altars

they have fashioned with their hands

or to the Asherahs and incense altars

they have made with their fingers.

⁹In that day their strong cities

will be like forsaken thickets and summits,

abandoned to the Israelites

and to utter desolation.

¹⁰For you have forgotten the God of your salvation

and failed to remember the Rock of your refuge.

Therefore, though you cultivate delightful plots

and set out cuttings from exotic vines—

¹¹though on the day you plant

you make them grow,

and on that morning

you help your seed sprout—

yet the harvest will vanish

on the day of disease and incurable pain.

¹²Alas, the tumult of many peoples;

they rage like the roaring seas and clamoring nations;

they rumble like the crashing of mighty waters.

¹³The nations rage like the rush of many waters.

He rebukes them, and they flee far away,

driven before the wind like chaff on the hills,

like tumbleweeds before a gale.

¹⁴In the evening, there is sudden terror!

Before morning, they are no more!

This is the portion of those who loot us

and the lot of those who plunder us.