Yasha'Yahu (Isaiah) — 17
A Message about Damascus and Yashar'AL
1 This message came to me concerning Damascus: “Look, the city of Damascus will disappear! It will become a heap of ruins.
2 The towns of Aruar will be deserted. Flocks will graze in the streets and lie down undisturbed, with no one to chase them away.
3 The fortified towns of Yashar'AL will also be destroyed, and the royal power of Damascus will end, All that remains of Syria will share the fate of Yashar'AL’s departed kabad,” says 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄_YAHUAH Tsaba'ut.
4 “In that day Yashar'AL’s kabad will grow dim; its robust body will waste away.
5 The whole land will look like a grainfield after the harvesters have gathered the grain. It will be desolate, like the fields in the valley of Raphaim after the harvest.
6 Only a few of its people will be left, like stray olives left on a tree after the harvest, Only two or three remain in the highest branches, four or five scattered here and there on the limbs,” says 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄_YAHUAH the 𐤀𐤋𐤅𐤄_ALUAH of Yashar'AL.
7 Then at last the people will look to their Creator and turn their eyes to the Qadash One of Yashar'AL.
8 They will no longer look to their idols for help or worship what their own hands have made, they will never again bow down to their Asharah poles or worship at the pagan shrines they have built.
9 Their largest cities will be like a deserted forest, like the land the Hibites and Amurites abandoned when the Yasharalym came here so long ago, It will be utterly desolate.
10 Why? Because you have turned from the 𐤀𐤋𐤅𐤄_ALUAH who can save you, and You have forgotten the Rock who can hide you, So you may plant the finest grapevines and import the most expensive seedlings.
11 They may sprout on the day you set them out; yes, they may blossom on the very morning you plant them, but you will never pick any grapes from them. Your only harvest will be a load of grief and unrelieved pain.
12 Listen! The armies of many nations roar like the roaring of the sea, hear the thunder of the mighty forces as they rush forward like thundering waves.
13 But though they thunder like breakers on a beach, 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄_YAHUAH will silence them, and they will run away, they will flee like chaff scattered by the wind, like a tumbleweed whirling before a storm.
14 In the evening Yashar'AL waits in terror, but by dawn its enemies are dead, This is the just reward of those who plunder us, a fitting end for those who destroy us.