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The burden of Damascus.
Behold, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, and it shall be a ruinous heap.
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The cities of Aroer are forsaken: they shall be for flocks;
and they shall lie down and there shall be none to make them afraid.
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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 Jehovah of hosts.
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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 become lean.
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And it shall be as when the reaper gathereth the corn, and reapeth the ears with his arm;
yea, it shall be as he that gathereth ears in the valley of Rephaim.
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And a gleaning shall be left in it, as at the shaking of an olive-tree: two, three berries above, in the tree-top;
four, five in its fruitful boughs, saith Jehovah, the God of Israel.
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In that day shall man look to his Maker, and his eyes shall have regard to the Holy One of Israel.
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And he will not look to the altars, the work of his hands, nor have regard to what his fingers have made, neither the Asherahs nor the sun-images.
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In that day shall his strong cities be as the forsaken tract in the woodland, and the mountain-top which they forsook before the children of Israel;
and there shall be desolation.
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For thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, and hast not been mindful of the rock of thy strength;
therefore shalt thou plant pleasant plantations, and shalt set them with foreign slips:
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in the day of thy planting wilt thou make [them] to grow, and on the morrow wilt thou make thy seed to flourish;
[but] the harvest will flee in the day of taking possession, and the sorrow will be incurable.
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Ha!
a tumult of many peoples!
they make a noise as the noise of the seas;
— and the rushing of nations!
they rush as the rushing of mighty waters.
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The nations rush as the rushing of many waters;
but he will rebuke them, and they shall flee far away, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a whirling [of dust] before the whirlwind:
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behold, at eventide, trouble;
before the morning they are not.
This is the portion of them that spoil us, and the lot of them that rob us.