Isaiah 17

massa dammaseq hinneh dammeseq musar me'ir vehayetah me'i mappalah

The “Damascus” Pronouncement. Behold, Damascus shall cease to be a city; It shall become a heap of ruins.

azuvot are aro'er la'adarim tihyenah veravetsu ve'en makharid

The towns of Aroer shall be deserted; They shall be a place for flocks To lie down, with none disturbing.

venishbat mivtsar me'efrayim umamlakhah middammeseq ushe'ar aram kikhvod bene-yisra'el yihyu ne'um Adonai tseva'ot

Fortresses shall cease from Ephraim, And sovereignty from Damascus; The remnant of Aram shall become Like the mass of Israelites —declares GOD of Hosts.

vehayah bayyom hahu yiddal kevod ya'aqov umishman besaro yerazeh

In that day, The mass of Jacob shall dwindle, And the fatness of his body become lean:

vehayah ke'esof qatsir qamah uzero'o shibbolim yiqtsor vehayah kimlaqqet shibbolim be'emeq refa'im

After being like the standing grain Harvested by the reaper— Who reaps ears by the armful— He shall be like the ears that are gleaned In the Valley of Rephaim.

venishar-bo olelot kenoqef zayit shenayim sheloshah gargerim berosh amir arba'ah khamisha bisifeha poriyyah ne'um-Adonai elohe yisra'el

Only gleanings shall be left of him, As when one beats an olive tree: Two berries or three on the topmost branch, Four or five on the boughs of the crown —declares the ETERNAL, the God of Israel.

bayyom hahu yisheh ha'adam al-osehu ve'enayw el-qedosh yisra'el tirenah

In that day, people shall turn to their Maker, their eyes look to the Holy One of Israel;

velo yisheh el-hammizbekhot ma'aseh yadayw va'asher asu etsbe'otayw lo yireh veha'asherim vehakhammanim

they shall not turn to the altars that their own hands made, or look to the sacred posts and incense stands that their own fingers wrought.

bayyom hahu yihyu are ma'uzzo ka'azuvat hakhoresh veha'amir asher azevu mippene bene yisra'el vehayetah shemamah

In that day, their fortress cities shall be like the deserted sites that the Horesh and the Amir abandoned because of the Israelites; and there shall be desolation.

ki shakhakhat elohe yishekh vetsur ma'uzzekh lo zakhart al-ken titte'i nite na'amanim uzemorat zar tizra'ennu

Truly, you have forgotten the God who saves you And have not remembered the Rock who shelters you; That is why, though you plant a delightful sapling, What you sow proves a disappointing slip.

beyom nitekh tesagsegi uvabboqer zarekh tafrikhi ned qatsir beyom nakhalah ukhe'ev anush

On the day that you plant, you see it grow; On the morning you sow, you see it bud— But the branches wither away On a day of sickness and mortal agony.

hoy hamon ammim rabbim kahamot yammim yehemayun ushe'on le'ummim kishon mayim kabbirim yisha'un

Ah, the roar of many peoples That roar as roars the sea, The rage of nations that rage As rage the mighty waters—

le'ummim kishon mayim rabbim yisha'un vega'ar bo venas mimmerkhaq veruddaf kemots harim lifne-ruakh ukhegalgal lifne sufah

Nations raging like massive waters! But [God] shouts at them, and they flee far away, Driven like chaff before winds in the hills, And like tumbleweed before a gale.

le'et erev vehinneh vallahah beterem boqer enennu zeh kheleq shosenu vegoral levozezenu

At eventide, lo, terror! By morning, it is no more. Such is the lot of our despoilers, The portion of them that plunder us.