Chapter 17
Damascus
1 An oracle concerning Damascus:
Before long Damascus will cease to be a city,
and she will be reduced to a heap of ruins.
2 Her towns will be abandoned forever;
they will serve as pastures for flocks
who will lie there undisturbed.
3 No longer will Ephraim have a fortress
or Damascus a kingdom.
The glory of the remnant of Aram
will be like that of the children of Israel,
says the Lord of hosts.
4 On that day
the glory of Jacob will grow dim
and the flesh of his body will grow lean,
5 as when the reaper gathers the standing grain,
harvesting the ears with his arms,
or as when one gleans the ears of grain
in the Valley of Rephaim.[a]
6 Nothing will remain except the scattered remnant,
as when an olive tree is beaten:
two or three olives on the highest bough,
four or five on each of its fruitful branches,
says the Lord, the God of Israel.
7 On that day,
men will look to their Creator,
and they will turn their eyes
to the Holy One of Israel.
8 They will not gaze upon the altars, their handiwork,
nor shall they regard what their fingers have made
the sacred poles and the altars of incense.
9 On that day their strong cities will be
like those abandoned by the Hivites and the Amorites
which they deserted because of the Israelites’ advance;
their cities will be left desolate.
10 You have forgotten the God of your salvation
and have not kept in mind the Rock, your refuge.
Therefore, you plant your pagan gardens
and sow exotic seeds for a foreign god.
11 Even though you cause them to sprout
on the day that you plant them,
and make them sprout blossoms
on the following morning,
yet the harvest will disappear
when struck by a wasting disease and incurable blight.
12 Listen to the thunder of vast hordes,
its volume like that of the roaring sea.
Listen to the roar of nations,
its volume like that of mighty waves.
13 But when God rebukes them
they flee far away,
driven like chaff on the mountains before the wind
and like whirling dust before the storm.
14 In the evening terror has spread,
but by the morning it has disappeared.
Such is the fate of those who plunder us,
the lot of those who despoil us.
Footnotes
- Isaiah 17:5 Valley of Rephaim: west of Jerusalem.