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1 The bur­den of Dam­as­cus. Be­hold, Dam­as­cus is tak­en away from being a city, and it shall be a ru­inous heap. 2 The cities of Aroer are for­sak­en: they shall be for flocks, which shall lie down, and none shall make them afraid. 3 The fortress also shall cease from Ephraim, and the king­dom from Dam­as­cus, and the rem­nant of Syr­ia: they shall be as the glo­ry of the chil­dren of Is­rael, saith the LORD of hosts. 4 And in that day it shall come to pass, that the glo­ry of Ja­cob shall be made thin, and the fat­ness of his flesh shall wax lean. 5 And it shall be as when the har­vest­man gath­ereth the corn, and reapeth the ears with his arm; and it shall be as he that gath­ereth ears in the val­ley of Rephaim. 6 Yet glean­ing grapes shall be left in it, as the shak­ing of an olive tree, two or three berries in the top of the up­per­most bough, four or five in the out­most fruit­ful branch­es there­of, saith the LORD God of Is­rael. 7 At that day shall a man look to his Mak­er, and his eyes shall have re­spect to the Holy One of Is­rael. 8 And he shall not look to the al­tars, the work of his hands, nei­ther shall re­spect that which his fin­gers have made, ei­ther the groves, or the im­ages. 9 In that day shall his strong cities be as a for­sak­en bough, and an up­per­most branch, which they left be­cause of the chil­dren of Is­rael: and there shall be des­o­la­tion. 10 Be­cause thou hast for­got­ten the God of thy sal­va­tion, and hast not been mind­ful of the rock of thy strength, there­fore shalt thou plant pleas­ant plants, and shalt set it with strange slips: 11 In the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow, and in the morn­ing shalt thou make thy seed to flour­ish: but the har­vest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of des­per­ate sor­row. 12 Woe to the mul­ti­tude of many peo­ple, which make a noise like the noise of the seas; and to the rush­ing of na­tions, that make a rush­ing like the rush­ing of mighty wa­ters! 13 The na­tions shall rush like the rush­ing of many wa­ters: but God shall re­buke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the moun­tains be­fore the wind, and like a rolling thing be­fore the whirl­wind. 14 And be­hold at eveningtide trou­ble; and be­fore the morn­ing he is not. This is the por­tion of them that spoil us, and the lot of them that rob us.