Isaiah 25
1 Yahweh namah ni ka Pathen. Namah te kan pomsang vetih na ming ni ka uem eh. Hlamat lamloh oltak uepomnah neh na cilsuep te khobaerhambae la na saii coeng.
O Yahweh! my God, thou art, I will exalt thee, I will praise thy Name, For thou hast done a wonderful thing, —Purposes of long ago Faithfulness in truth.
2 Khopuei te khaw lungkuk la, khorha cakrhuet khaw imrhong la, khopuei lamkah kholong impuei te kumhal duela khoeng voel mahpawh.
For thou hast made, of a citadel, a mound, of a defenced city, a ruin, —palaces for foreigners to be no city, To times age-abiding, shall it not be built.
3 Te dongah namtom khorha kah hlangtlung pilnam loh nang n'thangpom uh vetih hlanghaeng rhoek loh nang n'rhih uh ni.
For this cause! shall glorify thee—a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;
4 Tattloel ham lunghim la, khodaeng ham khaw lunghim la, rhal lakli neh khohli vaengah hlipyingnah, kholing vaengah hlipkhup la, hlanghaeng khohli vaengah hlipuei pangbueng bangla om coeng.
For thou didst become A refuge to the weak. A refuge to the needy, when distress was upon him, —A shelter from the storm. A shade from the heat, When the blast of tyrants was like a storm against a wall.
5 Rhamrhae kah kholing bangla, kholong kah longlonah khaw, kholing khaw khomai hlipkhup neh dup na hnah, hlanghaeng kah laa khaw na paa sak.
As heat in a desert, the pomp of foreigners, wilt thou subdue, —Heat—with the shade of a cloud, The song of tyrants! become low.
6 caempuei BOEIPA loh pilnam pum ham situi neh buhkoknah, sampa situi neh buhkoknah, hangnaeng a ciil a rhoe te tlang soah a saii pah ni.
Then will Yahweh of hosts prepare for all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of old wines, —Of fat things full of marrow, Of old wines well refined;
7 Pilnam cungkuem soah maelhmai khuprhup aka cun neh namtom cungkuem soah mueihlawn aka khuk tah, hekah tlang ah a dolh ni.
And he will swallow up in this mountain, The mask of the veil, the veil that is upon all the peoples, —And the web that is woven over all the nations.
8 Dueknah loh a yoeyah la a yoop ni. Maelhmai tom kah mikphi te, ka Boeipa Yahovah loh a huih vetih a pilnam sokah kokhahnah khaw diklai hman lamloh boeih a khoe ni. BOEIPA loh a thui ngawn coeng.
Having swallowed up death itself victoriously, My Lord, Yahweh, will wipe away, tears from off all faces, —And the reproach of his own people, will he remove from off all the earth, For, Yahweh, hath spoken.
9 Tekah khohnin ah tah, “Mamih kah Pathen la ke, amah la n'lamtawn uh dongah la mamih n'khang he. BOEIPA amah te lamtawn uh coeng dongah omngaih uh sih lamtah amah kah khangnah khuiah kohoe sak uh sih,” a ti ni.
So shall it be said, in that day, Lo! our God, is this! We waited for him, that he might save us, —This, is Yahweh! We waited for him, Let us exult and rejoice in his salvation.
10 Hekah tlang soah BOEIPA kah kut loh a om thil ni. Tedae aeknaeng tui dongkah cangkong a til bangla Moab te a hmuila a til ni.
For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, —Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;
11 Tui aka ya loh tuiya ham a phuel uh bangla a laklung ah a kut a phuel vetih a boeimang neh a kut dongkah kutrham te khaw a kunyun pah ni.
Should he spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, As a swimmer spreadeth forth to swim, Then would be laid low his pride, together with the devices of his hands.
12 Na imsang hmuencak vongtung te a kunyun sak vetih diklai laipi a ben duela a ngam sak ni.
Yea, the lofty stronghold of thy walls, Hath he brought down—Laid low—Levelled to the ground even unto the dust.
