The Message on Damascus:“Hamath and Arpad will be in shockwhen they hear the bad news.Their hearts will melt in fearas they pace back and forth in worry.The blood will drain from the face of Damascusas she turns to flee.Hysterical, she’ll fall to pieces,disabled, like a woman in childbirth.And now how lonely—bereft, abandoned!The once famous city, the once happy city.Her bright young men dead in the streets,her brave warriors silent as death.On that day”—Decree of God-of-the-Angel-Armies—“I’ll start a fire at the wall of Damascusthat will burn down all of Ben-hadad’s forts.”