NASB
"He will not have regard for the altars, the work of his hands, Nor will he look to that which his fingers have made, Even the Asherim and incense stands."
— Isaiah 17:8, NASB
“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 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. ”
“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.”
It will be even like the reaper gathering the standing grain, As his arm harvests the ears, Or it will be like one gleaning ears of grain In the valley of Rephaim.
Yet gleanings will be left in it like the shaking of an olive tree, Two or three olives on the topmost bough, Four or five on the branches of a fruitful tree, Declares the LORD, the God of Israel.
In that day man will have regard for his Maker And his eyes will look to the Holy One of Israel.
He will not have regard for the altars, the work of his hands, Nor will he look to that which his fingers have made, Even the Asherim and incense stands.
In that day their strong cities will be like forsaken places in the forest, Or like branches which they abandoned before the sons of Israel; And the land will be a desolation.
For you have forgotten the God of your salvation And have not remembered the rock of your refuge. Therefore you plant delightful plants And set them with vine slips of a strange god.
In the day that you plant it you carefully fence it in, And in the morning you bring your seed to blossom; But the harvest will be a heap In a day of sickliness and incurable pain.