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16.14 years of a hireling, and the glory of Moab shall wax contemptible for all his great multitude; and the remnant shall be very small and without strength.'

The burden of Damascus.


 * Behold, Damascus is taken away from being a city,
 * And it shall be a ruinous heap.
 * The cities of Aroer are forsaken;
 * They shall be for flocks,
 * Which shall lie down, and none shall make them afraid.
 * The fortress also shall cease from Ephraim,
 * And the kingdom from Damascus;
 * And the remnant of Aram shall be as the glory of the children of Israel,
 * Saith the of hosts.


 * And it shall come to pass in that day,
 * That the glory of Jacob shall be made thin,
 * And the fatness of his flesh shall wax lean.
 * And it shall be as when the harvestman gathereth the standing corn,
 * And reapeth the ears with his arm;
 * Yea, it shall be as when one gleaneth ears
 * In the valley of Rephaim.
 * Yet there shall be left therein gleanings,
 * As at the beating of an olive-tree,
 * Two or three berries
 * In the top of the uppermost bough,
 * Four or five in the branches of the fruitful tree,
 * Saith the, the God of Israel.


 * In that day shall a man regard his Maker,
 * And his eyes shall look to the Holy One of Israel.
 * And he shall not regard the altars,
 * The work of his hands,
 * Neither shall he look to that which his fingers have made,
 * Either the Asherim, or the sun-images.

In that day shall his strong cities be as the forsaken places, which were forsaken from before the children of Israel, after the manner of woods and lofty forests; and it shall be a desolation.


 * For thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation,
 * And thou hast not been mindful of the Rock of thy stronghold;
 * Therefore thou didst plant plants of pleasantness,
 * And didst set it with slips of a stranger;
 * In the day of thy planting thou didst make it to grow,
 * And in the morning thou didst make thy seed to blossom—
 * A heap of boughs in the day of grief
 * And of desperate pain.


 * Ah, the uproar of many peoples,
 * That roar like the roaring of the seas;
 * And the rushing of nations, that rush like the rushing of mighty waters!
 * The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters;
 * But He shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off,
 * And shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind,
 * And like the whirling dust before the storm.
 * At eventide behold terror;
 * And before the morning they are not.