Isaiah 17

A Pronouncement against Damascus

¹A pronouncement ^a concerning Damascus: ^b

Look, Damascus is no longer a city.

It has become a ruined heap.

²The cities of Aroer are abandoned;

they will be places for flocks.

They will lie down without fear.

³The fortress disappears from Ephraim, ^c

and a kingdom from Damascus.

The remnant of Aram will be

like the splendor of the Israelites.

This is the declaration of the Lord of Armies.

Judgment against Israel

⁴On that day

the splendor of Jacob will fade,

and his healthy body ^d will become emaciated. ^e

⁵It will be as if a reaper had gathered standing grain —

his arm harvesting the heads of grain —

and as if one had gleaned heads of grain

in Rephaim Valley. ^f

⁶Only gleanings will be left in Israel, ^g

as if an olive tree had been beaten —

two or three olives at the very top of the tree,

four or five on its fruitful branches.

This is the declaration of the Lord,

the God of Israel.

⁷On that day people will look to their Maker and will turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel. ^{h 8}They will not look to the altars ⁱ they made with their hands or to the Asherahs and shrines ^j,^k they made with their fingers.

⁹On that day their strong cities will be

like the abandoned woods and mountaintops

that were abandoned because of the Israelites;

there will be desolation.

¹⁰For you have forgotten the God of your salvation,

and you have failed to remember

the rock of your strength; ^l

therefore you will plant beautiful plants

and set out cuttings from exotic vines.

¹¹On the day that you plant,

you will help them to grow,

and in the morning

you will help your seed to sprout,

but the harvest will vanish

on the day of disease and incurable pain.

Judgment against the Nations

¹²Ah! The roar of many peoples —

they roar like the roaring of the seas.

The raging of the nations —

they rage like the rumble of rushing water. ^m

¹³The nations rage like the rumble of a huge torrent. ⁿ

He rebukes them, and they flee far away, ^o

driven before the wind like chaff on the hills ^p

and like tumbleweeds before a gale.

¹⁴In the evening #— #sudden terror!

Before morning #— #it is gone!

This is the fate of those who plunder us

and the lot of those who ravage us.