Damascus and Israel
The word about Damascus. Look: Damascus will stop being a city and end up a ruinous heap. The cities of Aroer are abandoned. They'll be for flocks, which will lie down there with nobody to scare them. The stronghold will go from Ephraim and the kingdom from Damascus, and the survivors of Syria will be like the glory of Israel, declares the LORD Almighty. And on that day Jacob's glory will be thin, and the fat of his body will waste away. It'll be like a reaper gathering the standing grain, cutting the heads with his arm — like a man gleaning heads in the Valley of Rephaim. But some gleanings will be left, the way an olive tree gets shaken: two or three olives on the top branch, four or five on the outer branches of the fruit tree, declares the LORD, the God of Israel. On that day a man will look to his Maker, and his eyes will turn to the Holy One of Israel. He won't look to the altars his own hands made, and he won't take any notice of what his fingers put together — the poles and the incense stands. In that day his strong cities will be like abandoned places in the scrub and on the hilltops that were left when the Israelites came, and there will be desolation. Because you've forgotten the God of your salvation and haven't remembered the rock of your strength, you'll plant pleasant plants and set them with strange slips. In the day you plant it you'll make it grow, and in the morning you'll make your seed flourish; but the harvest will be a heap in the day of grief and desperate sorrow.
The word about Damascus. Look — Damascus will stop being a city and end up a heap of ruins. The towns of Aroer are abandoned. They'll be for flocks, which will lie down there with nobody to scare them. The stronghold will go from Ephraim and the kingdom from Damascus, and what's left of Aram will be like the glory of Israel, declares the Lord Almighty. And on that day Jacob's glory will be thin, and the fat of his body will waste away. It'll be like a reaper gathering the standing grain, cutting the heads with his arm — like a man gleaning heads in the Valley of Rephaim. But some gleanings will be left, the way an olive tree gets shaken: two or three olives on the top branch, four or five on the outer branches of the fruit tree, declares the Lord, the God of Israel. On that day a man will look to his Maker, and his eyes will turn to the Holy One of Israel. He won't look to the altars his own hands made, and he won't take any notice of what his fingers put together — the poles and the incense stands. On that day his strong cities will be like the abandoned places in the scrub and on the hilltops that were left when Israel came — and it'll be a wreck. Because you've forgotten the God who saves you and haven't remembered the Rock who shelters you. So you plant lovely gardens and set out foreign cuttings. The day you plant it you make it grow, and in the morning you get your seed to bud — and the harvest is a heap of nothing on the day of grief and hopeless pain.
The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from being a city, and it shall be a ruinous heap. The cities of Aroer are forsaken: they shall be for flocks, which shall lie down, and none shall make them afraid. The fortress also shall cease from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus, and the remnant of Syria: they shall be as the glory of the children of Israel, saith the LORD of hosts. And in that day it shall come to pass, that the glory of Jacob shall be made thin, and the fatness of his flesh shall wax lean. And it shall be as when the harvestman gathereth the corn, and reapeth the ears with his arm; and it shall be as he that gathereth ears in the valley of Rephaim. Yet gleaning grapes shall be left in it, as the shaking of an olive tree, two or three berries in the top of the uppermost bough, four or five in the outmost fruitful branches thereof, saith the LORD God of Israel. At that day shall a man look to his Maker, and his eyes shall have respect to the Holy One of Israel. And he shall not look to the altars, the work of his hands, neither shall respect that which his fingers have made, either the groves, or the images. In that day shall his strong cities be as a forsaken bough, and an uppermost branch, which they left because of the children of Israel: and there shall be desolation. Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, and hast not been mindful of the rock of thy strength, therefore shalt thou plant pleasant plants, and shalt set it with strange slips: In the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow, and in the morning shalt thou make thy seed to flourish: but the harvest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.
The word about Damascus. Look: Damascus will stop being a city and end up a ruinous heap.
The word about Damascus. Look — Damascus will stop being a city and end up a heap of ruins.
The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from being a city, and it shall be a ruinous heap.
The cities of Aroer are abandoned. They'll be for flocks, which will lie down there with nobody to scare them.
The towns of Aroer are abandoned. They'll be for flocks, which will lie down there with nobody to scare them.
The cities of Aroer are forsaken: they shall be for flocks, which shall lie down, and none shall make them afraid.
The stronghold will go from Ephraim and the kingdom from Damascus, and the survivors of Syria will be like the glory of Israel, declares the LORD Almighty.
The stronghold will go from Ephraim and the kingdom from Damascus, and what's left of Aram will be like the glory of Israel, declares the Lord Almighty.
The fortress also shall cease from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus, and the remnant of Syria: they shall be as the glory of the children of Israel, saith the LORD of hosts.
And on that day Jacob's glory will be thin, and the fat of his body will waste away.
And in that day it shall come to pass, that the glory of Jacob shall be made thin, and the fatness of his flesh shall wax lean.
It'll be like a reaper gathering the standing grain, cutting the heads with his arm — like a man gleaning heads in the Valley of Rephaim.
And it shall be as when the harvestman gathereth the corn, and reapeth the ears with his arm; and it shall be as he that gathereth ears in the valley of Rephaim.
But some gleanings will be left, the way an olive tree gets shaken: two or three olives on the top branch, four or five on the outer branches of the fruit tree, declares the LORD, the God of Israel.
But some gleanings will be left, the way an olive tree gets shaken: two or three olives on the top branch, four or five on the outer branches of the fruit tree, declares the Lord, the God of Israel.
Yet gleaning grapes shall be left in it, as the shaking of an olive tree, two or three berries in the top of the uppermost bough, four or five in the outmost fruitful branches thereof, saith the LORD God of Israel.
On that day a man will look to his Maker, and his eyes will turn to the Holy One of Israel.
At that day shall a man look to his Maker, and his eyes shall have respect to the Holy One of Israel.
He won't look to the altars his own hands made, and he won't take any notice of what his fingers put together — the poles and the incense stands.
And he shall not look to the altars, the work of his hands, neither shall respect that which his fingers have made, either the groves, or the images.
In that day his strong cities will be like abandoned places in the scrub and on the hilltops that were left when the Israelites came, and there will be desolation.
On that day his strong cities will be like the abandoned places in the scrub and on the hilltops that were left when Israel came — and it'll be a wreck.
In that day shall his strong cities be as a forsaken bough, and an uppermost branch, which they left because of the children of Israel: and there shall be desolation.
Because you've forgotten the God of your salvation and haven't remembered the rock of your strength, you'll plant pleasant plants and set them with strange slips.
Because you've forgotten the God who saves you and haven't remembered the Rock who shelters you. So you plant lovely gardens and set out foreign cuttings.
Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, and hast not been mindful of the rock of thy strength, therefore shalt thou plant pleasant plants, and shalt set it with strange slips:
In the day you plant it you'll make it grow, and in the morning you'll make your seed flourish; but the harvest will be a heap in the day of grief and desperate sorrow.
The day you plant it you make it grow, and in the morning you get your seed to bud — and the harvest is a heap of nothing on the day of grief and hopeless pain.
In the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow, and in the morning shalt thou make thy seed to flourish: but the harvest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.
The roaring nations
The roar of many peoples — they roar like the roaring of the seas. The rushing of nations — they rush like the rushing of mighty waters. The nations rush like the rushing of many waters, and he rebukes them and they run far off, chased like chaff on the hills in the wind, like tumbleweed in a gale. at evening there is trouble, and before morning it is gone. This is the portion of those who loot us and the lot of those who rob us.
The roar of many peoples — they roar like the roaring of the seas. The rushing of nations — they rush like the rushing of mighty waters. The nations rush like the rushing of many waters, and he rebukes them and they run far off, chased like chaff on the hills in the wind, like tumbleweed in a gale. At evening, terror. Before morning, they're gone. That's the portion of those who loot us, and the lot of those who rob us.
Woe to the multitude of many people, which make a noise like the noise of the seas; and to the rushing of nations, that make a rushing like the rushing of mighty waters! The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters: but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind. And behold at eveningtide trouble; and before the morning he is not. This is the portion of them that spoil us, and the lot of them that rob us.
The roar of many peoples — they roar like the roaring of the seas. The rushing of nations — they rush like the rushing of mighty waters.
Woe to the multitude of many people, which make a noise like the noise of the seas; and to the rushing of nations, that make a rushing like the rushing of mighty waters!
The nations rush like the rushing of many waters, and he rebukes them and they run far off, chased like chaff on the hills in the wind, like tumbleweed in a gale.
The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters: but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
at evening there is trouble, and before morning it is gone. This is the portion of those who loot us and the lot of those who rob us.
At evening, terror. Before morning, they're gone. That's the portion of those who loot us, and the lot of those who rob us.
And behold at eveningtide trouble; and before the morning he is not. This is the portion of them that spoil us, and the lot of them that rob us.