NET Bible
"They will no longer trust in the altars their hands made, or depend on the Asherah poles and incense altars their fingers made."
— Isaiah 17:8, NET Bible
“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.”
“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 as when one gathers the grain harvest, and his hand gleans the ear of grain. It will be like one gathering the ears of grain in the Valley of Rephaim.
There will be some left behind, like when an olive tree is beaten– two or three ripe olives remain toward the very top, four or five on its fruitful branches,” says the LORD God of Israel.
At that time men will trust in their Creator; they will depend on the Holy One of Israel.
They will no longer trust in the altars their hands made, or depend on the Asherah poles and incense altars their fingers made.
At that time their fortified cities will be like the abandoned summits of the Amorites, which they abandoned because of the Israelites; there will be desolation.
For you ignore the God who rescues you; you pay no attention to your strong protector. So this is what happens: You cultivate beautiful plants and plant exotic vines.
The day you begin cultivating, you do what you can to make it grow; the morning you begin planting, you do what you can to make it sprout. Yet the harvest will disappear in the day of disease and incurable pain.