Isaiah Chapter 17

1 Oracle About Damascus

            “Damascus will stop being a city

                  and become a pile of ruins.         

            2 The villages around Aroer will be deserted;

                  flocks will bed down in them

                        with no one to chase them away.

            3 Fortified towns will disappear from Ephraim,

                  sovereignty from Damascus

                        and the remnant from Syria;

                  they’ll be like Israel’s departed glory,”

                                                            the LORD of Hosts says.       

Is 17:1-3

            4 “At that time, Jacob’s glory will fade;

                        its robust body will grow frail.

            5 It will look like a grain field after harvest,

                  like someone gleaning heads of grain one at a time

                        in the Valley of Rephaim.

            6 Yet some gleanings will be left—

                  like shaking an olive tree,

                        two or three olives on the highest branch,

                        four or five on a fruitful limb,”

                                                            the LORD God of Israel says.

Is 17:4-6

7 At that time, people will finally care about their Maker and look to the Holy One of Israel. 8 They won’t care about the altars, the work of their hands, or rely on what their fingers have made, the Asherah poles, and incense stands. 9 Their largest towns will be like places the Hivites and Amorites deserted when the Israelites came. Desolation will prevail.                                 

Is 17:7-9

            10 You’ve forgotten the God that can save you,

                  the Rock where you could hide.

            So, though you plant nice vines

                        and set them as seedlings from a foreign god,

                  11 though you make them sprout the day you plant them,

                        put a ledge around them,

                        and get them to blossom the same morning—

                              you won’t pick any grapes from them;

                              harvest time will be a time of grief and unrelieved pain.      

Is 17:10-11

            12 Ah, the uproar of many nations

                        like the roar of the ocean,

                        like the rumbling of a flash flood!

            13 The nations rumble on like flooding water,

                        but he’ll rebuke them,

                              and they’ll flee like chaff in the mountain wind,

                                       like whirling dust ahead of a storm.

            14 In the evening Israel will wait in terror,

                        but by morning its enemies will be dead!

                  That’s what will happen to the ones that plunder us,

                        a proper end for those who pillage us.                       

Is 17:12-14

From the CNT translation by Virgil Warren, PhD