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                    An 
                    Oracle Against Damascus    17:1  The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is 
                    taken away from being a city, and it shall be a ruinous 
                    heap.
 17:2  The cities of Aroer are forsaken: they shall be for 
                    flocks, which shall lie down, and none shall make them 
                    afraid.
 17:3  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 the LORD of 
                    hosts.
 17:4  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 wax lean.
 17:5  And it shall be as when the harvestman gathereth the 
                    corn, and reapeth the ears with his arm; and it shall be as 
                    he that gathereth ears in the valley of Rephaim.
 17:6  Yet gleaning grapes shall be left in it, as the 
                    shaking of an olive tree, two or three berries in the top of 
                    the uppermost bough, four or five in the outmost fruitful 
                    branches thereof, saith the LORD God of Israel.
 17:7  At that day shall a man look to his Maker, and his 
                    eyes shall have respect to the Holy One of Israel.
 17:8  And he shall not look to the altars, the work of his 
                    hands, neither shall respect that which his fingers have 
                    made, either the groves, or the images.
 17:9  In that day shall his strong cities be as a forsaken 
                    bough, and an uppermost branch, which they left because of 
                    the children of Israel: and there shall be desolation.
 17:10  Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, 
                    and hast not been mindful of the rock of thy strength, 
                    therefore shalt thou plant pleasant plants, and shalt set it 
                    with strange slips:
 17:11  In the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow, and in 
                    the morning shalt thou make thy seed to flourish: but the 
                    harvest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of desperate 
                    sorrow.
 17:12  Woe to the multitude of many people, which make a 
                    noise like the noise of the seas; and to the rushing of 
                    nations, that make a rushing like the rushing of mighty 
                    waters!
 17:13  The nations shall rush like the rushing of many 
                    waters: but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far 
                    off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains 
                    before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the 
                    whirlwind.
 17:14  And behold at eveningtide trouble; and before the 
                    morning he is not. This is the portion of them that spoil 
                    us, and the lot of them that rob us.
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