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          DASV: Isaiah 17    

1 An oracle about Damascus.
          "Look, Damascus will cease to be a city,
     it will be a heap of ruins.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken;
     they will be places for flocks to lie down,
           and no one will make them afraid.
3 The fortified town of Ephraim will disappear,
          along with the kingdom of Damascus.
      The remnant of Syria:
          they will end up like the glory of the children of Israel,"
                says the LORD of hosts.

4 "In that day the glory of Jacob will be brought low,
     and the fatness of his flesh will become thin.
5 It will be as when harvesters gather the standing grain,
     and his arm reaps the ears of grain;
      like one gleaning ears of grain in the valley of Rephaim.
6 Yet there will be some leftover gleanings in it,
     like when an olive tree is harvested by beating,
           two or three olives remain in the top branches,
     four or five in the most fruitful branches,"
                says the LORD, the God of Israel.

7 In that day a person will look to their Maker,
     and turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
8 They will not look to the altars,
     the work of their hands;
      neither will they look to what their fingers have made,
     the Asherah poles or incense altars.

9 In that day their refuge cities will be
     like the forsaken forests of the Amorites,
           which were abandoned because of the children of Israel.
     There will be desolation.
10 For you have forgotten the God of your salvation,
          and have not been mindful of the Rock, your refuge.
      So you plant beautiful plants,
          and plant special foreign vines.
11 In the day you plant it, you fence it in,
     and in the morning you cause your seed to germinate;
      but the harvest vanishes
     in the day of disease and incurable pain.

12 Woe, the uproar of many peoples,
     that roar like the roaring of the sea,
           and the roar of nations,
     like the roar of the crashing of mighty waves!
13 Though the nations roar like the roar of many waters,
     he will rebuke them,
      and they will flee far away,
     chased like the chaff of the mountains before the wind,
           and like the whirling dust before the storm.
14 In the evening, look, terror!
     Before the morning, they are gone.
     This is the plight of those who plunder us,
          and the lot of those who loot us.

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