American Standard Version
"And they shall not look to the altars, the work of their hands; neither shall they have respect to that which their fingers have made, either the Asherim, or the sun-images. "
— Isaiah 17:8, American Standard Version
“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.”
“They will not look to the altars, the work of their hands; neither shall they respect that which their fingers have made, either the Asherim, or the incense altars.”
“They will no longer trust in the altars their hands made, or depend on the Asherah poles and incense altars their fingers made.”
“And he shall not look to the altars which his hands made; and he shall not have respect to the things that his fingers wrought, such as groves and temples.”
“He will not be looking to the altars, the work of his hands, or to the wood pillars or to the sun-images which his fingers have made.”
“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.”
And it shall be as when the harvestman gathereth the standing grain, and his arm reapeth the ears; yea, it shall be as when one gleaneth ears in the valley of Rephaim.
Yet there shall be left therein gleanings, as the shaking of an olive-tree, two or three berries in the top of the uppermost bough, four or five in the outmost branches of a fruitful tree, saith Jehovah, the God of Israel.
In that day shall men look unto their Maker, and their eyes shall have respect to the Holy One of Israel.
And they shall not look to the altars, the work of their hands; neither shall they have respect to that which their fingers have made, either the Asherim, or the sun-images.
In that day shall their strong cities be as the forsaken places in the wood and on the mountain top, which were forsaken from before the children of Israel; and it shall be a desolation.
For thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, and hast not been mindful of the rock of thy strength; therefore thou plantest pleasant plants, and settest it with strange slips.
In the day of thy planting thou hedgest it in, and in the morning thou makest thy seed to blossom; but the harvest fleeth away in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.