Isaiah 17

God’s Message to Aram

17This is a message about Damascus:

“The city of Damascus will be destroyed;

only ruins will remain.

²People will leave the cities of Aroer.

Flocks will wander freely in those empty towns,

and there will be no one to bother them.

³The strong, walled cities of Israel will be destroyed.

The government in Damascus will end.

Those left alive of Aram will be

like the glory of Israel,” says the Lord All-Powerful.

⁴“At that time Israel’s wealth will all be gone.

Israel will be like someone who has lost much weight from sickness.

⁵That time will be like the grain harvest in the Valley of Rephaim.

The workers cut the wheat.

Then they cut the heads of grain from the plants

and collect the grain.

⁶That time will also be like the olive harvest,

when a few olives are left.

Two or three olives are left in the top branches.

Four or five olives are left on full branches,” says the Lord, the God of Israel.

⁷At that time people will look to God, their Maker;

their eyes will see the Holy One of Israel.

⁸They will not trust the altars they have made,

nor will they trust what their hands have made,

not even the Asherah idols and altars.

⁹In that day all their strong cities will be empty. They will be like the cities the Hivites and the Amorites left when the Israelites came to take the land. Everything will be ruined.

¹⁰You have forgotten the God who saves you;

you have not remembered that God is your place of safety.

You plant the finest grapevines

and grapevines from faraway places.

¹¹You plant your grapevines one day and try to make them grow,

and the next day you make them blossom.

But at harvest time everything will be dead;

a sickness will kill all the plants.

¹²Listen to the many people!

Their crying is like the noise from the sea.

Listen to the nations!

Their crying is like the crashing of great waves.

¹³The people roar like the waves,

but when God speaks harshly to them, they will run away.

They will be like chaff on the hills being blown by the wind,

or like tumbleweeds blown away by a storm.

¹⁴At night the people will be very frightened.

Before morning, no one will be left.

So our enemies will come to our land,

but they will become nothing.