1 An oracle concerning Damascus.
Behold, Damascus will cease to be a city
and will become a heap of ruins.
they will be for flocks,
which will lie down, and none will make them afraid.
and the kingdom from Damascus;
and the remnant of Syria will be
like the glory of the children of Israel,
and the fat of his flesh will grow lean.
and his arm harvests the ears,
and as when one gleans the ears of grain
in the Valley of Rephaim.
as when an olive tree is beaten —
two or three berries
in the top of the highest bough,
four or five
on the branches of a fruit tree,
and have not remembered the Rock of your refuge;
therefore, though you plant pleasant plants
and sow the vine-branch of a stranger,
and make them blossom in the morning that you sow,
yet the harvest will flee awayb
in a day of grief and incurable pain.
they thunder like the thundering of the sea!
Ah, the roar of nations;
they roar like the roaring of mighty waters!
but he will rebuke them, and they will flee far away,
chased like chaff on the mountains before the wind
and whirling dust before the storm.
Before morning, they are no more!
This is the portion of those who loot us,
and the lot of those who plunder us.