Isaiah 17
1 Damasku kah olrhuh, Damasku tah khopuei lamloh a khoe coeng tih imrhong la om pawn ni ke.
The oracle on Damascus, —Lo! Damascus, is to be removed from being a city, And shall become a heap of ruins:
2 Aroer khopuei a hnoo uh te tuping ham a om pah vetih a kol thil vaengah hawt mahpawh.
Forsaken, are the desolate cities, —For flocks, shall they serve, Which shall lie down and have none to make them afraid.
3 Ephraim lamkah hmuencak neh Damasku lamkah ram khaw kangkuen ni. Aram aka sueng te Israel ca rhoek kah thangpomnah la om ni. caempuei BOEIPA kah olphong coeng ni.
Then shall the fortress cease from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus and the remnant of Syria, —Like the glory of the sons of Israel, shall they be, —Declareth Yahweh of hosts.
4 Tekah khohnin a pha vaengah Jakob kah thangpomnah tlayae vetih a pum a putsut te khaw yawih ni.
And it shall come to pass in that day, That the glory of Jacob, shall be diminished, And, the fatness of his flesh, shall be wasted;
5 Cangat loh canghli lamkah a coi tih a ban ah cangvuei a pawn vaengkah bangla om ni. Rapha kol kah cangmo aka yoep bangla om bal ni.
And it shall come to pass—That, as the harvestman gathereth standing corn, And with his arm—the ears, he reapeth, Yea it shall come to pass—That, so, shall he be who gleaneth ears, in the vale of Rephaim;
6 Tedae olive a hlinghloek vaengah a soi thaih dong panit pathum neh a thairhah dongkah pali panga a om banghui la aka yoep rhoek te om ni. Israel Pathen Yahovah kah olphong coeng ni.
Yet shall there be left therein, a gleaning. As in the beating of an olive-tree, —Two-three berries in the head of the tree-top, —Four—five, among her fruitful boughs, Declareth Yahweh God of Israel.
7 Tekah khohnin ah tah hlang loh amah aka saii te a uem vetih a mik loh Isreal kah aka Cim te a hmuh ni.
In that day, shall the son of earth look to him that made him, —And his eyes unto the Holy One of Israel, be turned;
8 A kut saii hmueihtuk te uem voel pawt vetih, a kutdawn kah a saii Asherah neh bunglawn te khaw hmu voel mahpawh.
And he shall not look unto the altars the work of his own hands, —Nor to what his own fingers have made, shall his eye be turned, Whether Sacred Stems or Sun-pillars.
9 Te khohnin ah a lunghim khopuei te thingkho a hnoo bangla a om pah ni. Israel ca rhoek mikhmuh lamloh a hnoo uh moldong te khaw khopong la poeh ni.
In that day, shall his fortified cities become Like a neglected bough and a topmost branch, Which they neglected because of the sons of Israel, —So shall there be desolation.
10 Namah kah daemnah Pathen te na hnilh tih, na lunghim lungpang te na poek pawh. Te dongah omthen thinghloe na phung cakhaw kholong thingluei lo ni na tawn eh.
Because thou didst forget the God of thy salvation, And thy Rock of refuge, thou didst not remember, For this cause, shalt thou plant very pleasant plants, And, the slip of a stranger, shalt thou set:
11 Na thinghloe te hnin at dongah na hlul sak dae mincang kah na cangtii te pahoi a cuen sak dae cang som a kha hnin ah thakkhoeihnah nen ni a rhawp.
In the day when thou plantest, fence thou in, And in the morning, cause thou, thy slip, to blossom, —A harvest will have waved in the day of destiny, and mortal pain.
12 Anunae pilnam tah tuipuei kah hue a sak bangla muep hlangping uh tih, hue a sakuh. Tui rhilh kah longlonah bangla namtu kah longlonah khaw phul.
Alas! the booming of many peoples, Like the booming of the seas, shall they boom, —And the rushing of nations! Like the rushing of mighty waters, shall they rush.
13 Namtu rhoek tui yet kah longlonah bangla a phul vaengah amah te a tluung tih khohla bangsang la rhaelrham. Hli toe tlang kah cangkik bangla a hloem tih humhae neh cangpalam bangla tinghil sut.
Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, —And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!
14 Kholaeh tue vaengah mueirhih loh mincang due anih khueh voel mahpawh ke. Mamih aka rheth kah hamsum neh mamih aka poelyoe kah hmulung tah he coeng ni.
At eventide, lo! terror, Before morning, he is not! This, is the portion of them who plunder us, And the lot of them who make of us a prey.
