“Look! Damascus will cease to be a city,
And it will become a heap of ruins.+
They will become places for flocks to lie down
With no one to make them afraid.
And the kingdom from Damascus;+
And those remaining of Syria
Will be like the glory of the Israelites,”* declares Jehovah of armies.
5 It will be as when the harvester is gathering the standing grain
And his arm harvests the ears of grain,
6 Only gleanings will be left,
As when an olive tree is beaten:
Only two or three ripe olives remain on the highest branch,
Only four or five on its fruit-bearing branches,”+ declares Jehovah the God of Israel.
7 In that day man will look up to his Maker, and his eyes will gaze at the Holy One of Israel. 8 He will not look to the altars,+ the work of his hands;+ and he will not gaze at what his fingers have made, either the sacred poles* or the incense stands.
Like a branch that was abandoned before the Israelites;
It will become a wasteland.
You have failed to remember the Rock+ of your fortress.
11 In the day you carefully fence in your plantation,
In the morning you make your seed sprout,
But the harvest will vanish in the day of disease and incurable pain.+
12 Listen! There is a commotion of many peoples,
Who are as boisterous as the seas!
There is an uproar of nations,
Whose sound is like the roar of mighty waters!
13 The nations will make a sound like the roar of many waters.
He will rebuke them, and they will flee far away,
Chased like the chaff of the mountains before a wind,
Like a whirling thistle* before a storm wind.
14 In the evening there is terror.
Before morning they are no more.
This is the share of those pillaging us
And the lot of those plundering us.