The burdenמַשָּׂאof Damascus.דַּמָּשֶׂקLook,הִנֵּהDamascusדַמֶּשֶׂקis removedמוּסָרfromמֵbeing a city,עִירand it will beוְהָיְתָהa heapמְעִיof ruins.מַפָּלָה
The citiesעָרֵיof Aroerעֲרֹעֵרare abandoned;עֲזֻבוֹתthey will beתִּהְיֶינָהfor flocks,לַעֲדָרִיםand they will lie downוְרָבְצוּwith no oneוְאֵיןto make them afraid.מַחֲרִיד
And the fortressוְ מִבְצָרwill ceaseנִשְׁבַּתfrom Ephraim,מֵאֶפְרַיִםand the kingdomוּמַמְלָכָהfrom Damascus;מִדַּמֶּשֶׂקand the remnantוּשְׁאָרof Aramאֲרָםwill beיִהְיוּlike the gloryכִּכְבוֹדof the sonsבְּנֵיof Israel,יִשְׂרָאֵלdeclaresנְאֻםYHWHיְהוָהTsevaot.צְבָאוֹת
And it will happen,וְהָיָהon that day,בַּיּוֹם הַהוּאthe gloryכְּבוֹדof Jacobיַעֲקֹבwill be made small,יִדַּלand the fatnessוּמִשְׁמַןof his fleshבְּשָׂרוֹwill grow lean.יֵרָזֶה
And it will beוְהָיָהas when one gathersכֶּאֱסֹףthe harvest,קָצִירthe standing grain,קָמָהand his armוּזְרֹעוֹreapsיִקְצוֹרthe ears;שִׁבֳּלִיםand it will beוְהָיָהlike one who gleansכִּמְלַקֵּטearsשִׁבֳּלִיםin the valleyבְּעֵמֶקof Rephaim.רְפָאִים
And there will be leftוְנִשְׁאַרin itבּוֹgleanings,עוֹלֵלֹתas when beatingכְּנֹקֶףan olive tree:זַיִתtwo,שְׁנַיִםthreeשְׁלֹשָׁהolivesגַּרְגְּרִיםat the topבְּרֹאשׁof the highest branch,אָמִירfour,אַרְבָּעָהfiveחֲמִשָּׁהon its fruitfulפֹּרִיָּהbranches,בִּסְעִפֶיהָdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH,יְהוָהElohimאֱלֹהֵיof Israel.יִשְׂרָאֵל
On that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאthe human beingהָאָדָםwill lookיִשְׁעֶהto his Maker,עַל עֹשֵׂהוּand his eyesוְעֵינָיוwill seeתִּרְאֶינָהthe Holy Oneאֶל קְדוֹשׁof Israel.יִשְׂרָאֵל
And he will notוְלֹאlookיִשְׁעֶהto the altars,אֶל הַמִּזְבְּחוֹתthe workמַעֲשֵׂהof his hands,יָדָיוand whatוַאֲשֶׁרhis fingersאֶצְבְּעֹתָיוhave madeעָשׂוּhe will notלֹאsee,יִרְאֶהneither the Asherahsוְהָאֲשֵׁרִיםnor the incense altars.וְהָחַמָּנִים
On that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאthe citiesעָרֵיof his strongholdמָעֻזּוֹwill beיִהְיוּlike the abandoned placesכַּעֲזוּבַתof the woodlandהַחֹרֶשׁand of the hilltopוְהָאָמִירwhichאֲשֶׁרthey abandonedעָזְבוּfrom beforeמִפְּנֵיthe sonsבְּנֵיof Israel;יִשְׂרָאֵלand there will beוְהָיְתָהdesolation.שְׁמָמָה
Forכִּיyou have forgottenשָׁכַחַתְּthe Elohimאֱלֹהֵיof your salvation,יִשְׁעֵךְand the Rockוְצוּרof your strongholdמָעֻזֵּךְyou have notלֹאremembered;זָכָרְתְּthereforeעַל כֵּןyou plantתִּטְּעִיpleasantנַעֲמָנִיםplantingsנִטְעֵיand with a cuttingוּזְמֹרַתof a strangerזָרyou sow it;תִּזְרָעֶנּוּ
On the dayבְּיוֹםof your plantingנִטְעֵךְyou make it grow,תְּשַׂגְשֵׂגִיand in the morningוּבַבֹּקֶרyour seedזַרְעֵךְyou make blossom;תַּפְרִיחִיthe harvestקָצִירwill fleeנֵדin the dayבְּיוֹםof sicknessנַחֲלָהand of incurableאָנוּשׁpain.וּכְאֵב
Woe!הוֹיThe tumultהֲמוֹןof manyרַבִּיםpeoples,עַמִּיםlike the roaringכַּהֲמוֹתof the seasיַמִּיםthey roar;יֶהֱמָיוּןand the uproarוּשְׁאוֹןof the nations,לְאֻמִּיםlike the uproarכִּשְׁאוֹןof mightyכַּבִּירִיםwatersמַיִםthey resound.יִשָּׁאוּן
The nations,לְאֻמִּיםlike the uproarכִּשְׁאוֹןof manyרַבִּיםwaters,מַיִםresound;יִשָּׁאוּןbut he rebukes it,וְגָעַר בּוֹand it fleesוְנָסfar away,מִמֶּרְחָקand is chasedוְרֻדַּףlike the chaffכְּמֹץof the mountainsהָרִיםbeforeלִפְנֵיthe wind,רוּחַand like whirling dustוּכְגַלְגַּלbeforeלִפְנֵיthe storm wind.סוּפָה
At the timeלְעֵתof evening,עֶרֶבlook,וְהִנֵּהterror!בַלָּהָהBeforeבְּטֶרֶםmorningבֹּקֶרit is no more.אֵינֶנּוּThisזֶהisthe portionחֵלֶקof those who plunder us,שׁוֹסֵינוּand the lotוְגוֹרָלof those who despoil us.לְבֹזְזֵינוּ