<p class="poetry">Fortified cities will disappear from Ephraim,p> <p class="poetry">and Damascus will lose its kingdom.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">The survivors in Syriap> <p class="poetry">will end up like the splendor of the Israelites,&#8221;p> <p class="poetry">says the <sc>Lordsc> who commands armies.p>

<p class="poetry">In Tahpanhes the day will be dark<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">when I break the yoke of Egypt there.p> <p class="poetry">Her confident pride will cease within her;p> <p class="poetry">a cloud will cover her, and her daughters will go into captivity.p>

I will turn the land into a desolate ruin; her confident pride will come to an end. The mountains of Israel will be so desolate no one will pass through them.