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,”

                                                                        Yahveh of hosts says.       

Is 17:1-3

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

                                    his robust body will grow frail.

                        5 It will look like a grainfield after harvest,

                              like someone gleaning grain heads 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,”

                                                                        Yahveh 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 who can save you,

                              the Rock where you could hide.

                        So, though you plant nice plants

                                    and set them as seedlings from a foreign god,

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

                                    put a hedge 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 CYV translation by Virgil Warren, PhD