Isaiah 17

LEB(i) 1 An oracle of Damascus:
"Look! Damascus will cease being a city and will become a heap of ruins. 2 The cities of Aroer will be deserted;* they will be for the flocks, and they will lie down and no one will frighten* them. 3 And the fortified city will disappear from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus; and the remnant of Aram will be like the glory of the children of Israel,"
declares* Yahweh of hosts. 4 "And this shall happen:
On that day, the glory of Jacob will be brought low, and the fat of his flesh will become lean. 5 And it shall be as when a reaper gathers* standing grain and he reaps grain with his arm, and it shall be like one who gathers ears of grain in the valley of Rephaim. 6 And gleanings will be left over in it, as when an olive tree is beaten,*
two or three ripe olive berries in the top of a branch, four or five on its fruitful branches,"
declares* Yahweh, the God of Israel. 7 On that day, mankind will look to its maker, and its eyes will look to the holy one of Israel; 8 it will not look to the altars, the work of its hands, and it will not see what its fingers made and the poles of Asherah worship and the incense altars. 9 On that day, its fortified cities* will be like the abandonment of the wooded place and the summit,* which they deserted because of the children of Israel; and there will be desolation. 10 For you have forgotten the God of your salvation, and you have not remembered the rock of your refuge; therefore you plant plants of pleasantness, and you plant* a vine of a foreigner. 11 On your planting day you make them grow, and in the morning of your sowing you bring them into bloom, yet the harvest will flee* in a day of sickness and incurable pain. 12 Ah! The noise of many peoples, they make a noise like the noise of the seas! And the roar of nations, they roar like the roar of mighty waters! 13 The nations roar like the roar of many waters, but he will rebuke him, and he will flee far away. And they are chased like chaff of the mountains before the wind and like tumbleweed before the storm. 14 At the time of evening, and look, terror! Before morning he is no more. This is the fate of those who plunder us and the lot of those who plunder us.