1 ه َذا وَحيٌ حَولَ دِمَشقَ: «هُوَذا دِمَشقُ لَنْ تَبقَى مَدِينَةً كَباقِي المُدُنِ، بَلْ سَتُصبِحُ كَومَةَ حُطامٍ.

The burden of Damascus. Lo, Damascus is taken away from a city, And it hath been a heap -- a ruin.

2 م ُدُنُ عَرُوعِيرَ سَتُهجَرُ، وَسَتُصبِحُ مَراعيَ لِلقُطعانِ، الَّتِي سَتَربِضُ هُناكَ وَلا يُوجَدُ مَنْ يُخِيفُها.

Forsaken are the cities of Aroer, For droves they are, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.

3 ل َنْ تَبقَى حُصُونٌ فِي أفْرايِمَ، وَلا مَملَكَةٌ فِي دِمَشقَ. أمّا النّاجُونَ مِنْ أرامَ، فَسَيُخزَونَ كَبَني إسْرائِيلَ.» يَقُولُ اللهُ القَدِيرُ.

And ceased hath the fortress from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the honour of the sons of Israel, The affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts!

4 ف ِي ذَلِكَ الوَقتِ، سَيُحَطُّ مَجدُ بَنِي يَعقُوبَ، وَسَتَهزَلُ سُمنَتُهُمْ.

And it hath come to pass, in that day, Wax poor doth the honour of Jacob, And the fatness of his flesh doth wax lean.

5 « سَيَكُونُ الحالُ فِي وادِي رَفايِمَ، كَما يَجمَعُ الحَصّادُونَ الحُبُوبَ النّاضِجَةَ: يَلتَقِطُونَ سنابِلَ القَمحِ بِأيدِيهِمْ، ثُمَّ يَقطَعُونَ رُؤوسَها.

And it hath come to pass, As the gathering by the reaper of the standing corn, And his arm the ears reapeth, And it hath come to pass, As the gathering of the ears in the valley of Rephaim,

6 « وَسَيَكُونُ النّاجُونَ مِثلَ شَجَرَةِ زَيتُونٍ تُضرَبُ، فَلا تبقَى سِوَى حَبَّتَينِ أوْ ثَلاثٍ عَلَى أغصانِها العالِيَةِ، وَأربَعٍ أوْ خَمسِ حَبّاتٍ عَلَى أغصانِها المُثمِرَةِ،» يَقُولُ إلَهُ إسْرائِيلَ.

And left in him have been gleanings, As the compassing of an olive, Two -- three berries on the top of a branch, Four -- five on the fruitful boughs, The affirmation of Jehovah, God of Israel!

7 ف ِي ذَلِكَ الوَقتِ، سَيَنظُرُ النّاسُ إلَى اللهِ خالِقِهِمْ، وَسَتَرَى عُيُونُهُمْ قُدُّوسَ إسْرائِيلَ، وَسَيَثِقُونَ بِهِ.

In that day doth man look to His Maker, Yea, his eyes to the Holy One of Israel look,

8 ل َنْ يَتَّكِلُوا عَلَى المَذابِحِ الَّتِي صَنَعَتْها أيدِيهِمْ، وَلا عَلَى أعمِدَةِ عِبادَةِ الأوثانِ أوْ مَذابِحِ البَخُورِ الَّتِي عَمِلَتْها أصابِعُهُمْ.

And he looketh not unto the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made He seeth not -- the shrines and the images.

9 ف ِي ذَلِكَ الوَقتِ، سَتُصبِحُ مُدُنُهُمُ الحَصِينَةُ مِثلَ مُدُنِ الحُوِّيِّينَ وَالأمُورِيِّينَ الَّتِي هَجَرُوها هَرَباً مِنْ بَنِي إسْرائِيلَ، فَأصبَحَتْ خَراباً.

In that day are the cities of his strength As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It also hath been a desolation.

10 ل أنَّكِ نَسِيتِ الإلَهَ الَّذِي خَلَّصَكِ، وَلَمْ تَتَذَكَّرِي الصَّخرَ الَّذِي تَحتَمينَ بِهِ. سَتَغرِسِينَ غَرْساتٍ جَمِيلَةً، وَأشتالاً أحضَرْتِها مِنْ بِلادٍ غَرِيبَةٍ.

Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, And the rock of thy strength hast not remembered, Therefore thou plantest plants of pleasantness, And with a strange slip sowest it,

11 ت َغرُسِينَها، وَتَضَعِينَ حَولَها سُوراً. وَفِي الصَّباحِ، يُزهِرُ زَرْعُكِ، لَكِنَّ ثَمَرَهُ سَيَضِيعُ فِي يَومِ الضَّعفِ وَالمَرَضِ.

In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap the harvest in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.

12 ي ا لَصَوتِ ضَجيجِ الشُّعُوبِ! ضَجِيجُهُمْ كَهَدِيرِ أمْواجِ البَحْرِ. يا لَهَديرِ الشُّعُوبِ! هَدِيرُهُمْ كَهَدِيرِ جَبّارَةٍ.

Wo the multitude of many peoples, As the sounding of seas they sound; And the wasting of nations, As the wasting of mighty waters they are wasted.

13 ت َهدِرُ الأُمَمُ كَهَدِيرِ شَلّالاتٍ كَثِيرَةٍ، وَلَكِنَّهُ سَيَنتَهِرُها. وَحَتَّى النّاسُ السّاكِنُونَ فِي بِلادٍ بَعِيدَةٍ سَيَهرُبُونَ. سَيُطارَدُونَ كَقُشُورٍ تَحمِلُها الرِّيحُ، وَكَشُجَيرَةٍ ناشِفَةٍ تَتَدَحرَجُ بِسَبَبِ دَفعِ العاصِفَةِ لَها.

Nations as the wasting of many waters are wasted, And He hath pushed against it, And it hath fled afar off, And been pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a hurricane.

14 ف ِي وَقتِ المَساءِ سَيَكُونُ هُناكَ رُعبٌ، وَلَكِنْ قَبلَ الصَّباحِ سَيَكُونُونَ قَدْ زالُوا. هَذا نَصِيبُ سالِبِينا، وَحَظُّ ناهِبِي ثَروَتِنا.

At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!