1The word about Damascus. See, they have made Damascus a town no longer; it has become a waste place.
2Her towns are unpeopled for ever; there the flocks take their rest in peace, without fear.
3The strong tower has gone from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus: the rest of Aram will come to destruction, and be made like the glory of the children of Israel, says the Lord of armies.
4And it will be in that day that the glory of Jacob will be made small, and the strength of his body will become feeble.
5And it will be like a man cutting the growth of his grain, pulling together the heads of the grain with his arm; even as when they get in the grain in the valley of Rephaim.
6But it will be like a man shaking an olive-tree, something will still be there, two or three berries on the top of the highest branch, four or five on the outside branches of a fertile tree, says the Lord, the God of Israel.
7In that day a man's heart will be turned to his Maker, and his eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
