Isaya 17
1 Ma e wach mane okor kuom Damaski: “Neuru, Damaski ok nochak obed dala maduongʼ, to obiro bedo pidhe mag gik mokethi.
The oracle on Damascus, —Lo! Damascus, is to be removed from being a city, And shall become a heap of ruins:
2 Mier madongo mag Aroer nodongʼ gunda nodongʼ kar nindo jamni kendo onge ngʼama nobwog-gi.
Forsaken, are the desolate cities, —For flocks, shall they serve, Which shall lie down and have none to make them afraid.
3 Dala maduongʼ mochiel nolal nono koa Efraim nyaka kom loch man Damaski; jo-Aram manok modongʼ tekogi norum mana kaka mar jo-Israel norumo,” Jehova Nyasaye Maratego ema owacho.
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 “E kindeno duongʼ mar Jakobo nolal; kendo nodok manok.
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 Nochal mana ka jakeyo mabeto cham choko kamoro achiel bangʼe okayogi gi lwete mana kaka jahulo, hulo cham e Holo mar Refaim.
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 Kaka cham dongʼ e puodho bangʼ hulo, e kaka olembe mag zeituni nodongʼ e yath kosepon, olembe ariyo kata adek nyalo dongʼ ewi bede yath mamalo kendo olembe angʼwen kata abich nyalo dongʼ e bedene monyaa,” Jehova Nyasaye ma Nyasach Israel ema owacho.
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 E kindeno ji nongʼi Jachwechgi kendo gichom wengegi kuom Jal Maler mar Israel.
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 Ok gini ngʼi kende mag misango, kata kuom tije mag lwetgi, kendo ok ginibed gi luor ne sirni mag Ashera kata ne kende miwangʼoe ubani ma lwetgi oloso.
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 E kindeno miechgi madongo mochiel motegno, mane giweyo nikech jo-Israel, biro chalo gi kuonde mojwangʼ motimo bunge kod buya kendo giduto ginidongʼ gunda.
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 Wiyi osewil gi Nyasachi ma jaresni; adier ok iseparo Lwanda ma en ohingani. Kuom mano kata ka ipidho cham mabeyo kendo ipidho mzabibu migolo e pinje ma oko,
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 kata obedo ni chiengʼ mipidhogieno ema gidongoe kendo okinyi ma ipidhogieno ema gichiewoe, onge gima niyudi to makmana chandruok kod rem ma ok rum.
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 Yaye, winjuru mahu mar ogendini mangʼeny, giwuo mana ka apaka mar nam! Yaye, winjuru koko mar ji, ka gimor mana ka apaka mar nam!
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 Kata obedo ni gimor mana ka pi mogingore, to ka akwerogi to giniring ma gidhi mabor, mana machal gi mihudhwe mipiedho e gode ma yamo tero, kata ka yamo mar kalausi.
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 Kochopo odhiambo, kibaji nogogi apoya nono! To kapok piny oru, to ginilal nono! Ma e pok mar joma mayowa, kendo en e pok mar joma yakowa.
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.
