The Book of Isaiah Chapter 17 – New King James Version (NKJV) – Audio Bible

Chapter 17. The burden against Damascus Behold Damascus will cease from being a city And it will be a ruinous Heap The cities of arroa are forsaken They will be for flocks which lie down And no one will make them afraid The Fortress also will cease from Ephraim the Kingdom from Damascus and The remnant of Syria They will be as the glory of the Children of Israel Says the Lord of hosts In that day it shall come to pass that The glory of Jacob will Wane and the Fatness of his flesh grow lean It shall be as when the Harvester Gathers the Grain and reaps the heads With his arm It shall be as he who gathers heads of Grain in the valley of repham Yet gleaning grapes will be left in it Like the shaking of an olive tree Two or three olives at the top of the Uppermost bow Four or five in its most fruitful Branches Says the Lord God of Israel In that day a man will look to his maker And his eyes will have respect for the Holy One of Israel He will not look to the altars the work Of his hands

He will not respect what his fingers Have made nor the wooden images Nor the incense Alters In that day his strong cities will be as A forsaken bow and an uppermost branch Which they left because of the children Of Israel And there will be desolation Because you have forgotten the god of Your salvation and have not been mindful Of the rock of your stronghold Therefore you will plant Pleasant plants And set out foreign seedlings In the day you will make your plant to Grow and in the morning you will make Your seed to flourish But the Harvest will be a heap of ruins In the day of grief and desperate sorrow Woe to the multitude of many people who Make a noise like the Roar of the Seas And to the rushing of Nations that make A rushing like the rushing of Mighty Waters The Nations will rush like the rushing Of many Waters But God will rebuke them and they will Flee far away And be chased like the chaff of the Mountains before the wind like a rolling Thing before the Whirlwind Then behold at even tide trouble And before the morning He is no more This is the portion of those who plunder

Us And a lot of those who rob us

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