Isaiah 14
1 For the LORD will have compassion on Jacob; once again He will choose Israel and settle them in their own land. The foreigner will join them and unite with the house of Jacob.
Aa ie tretreze’ Iehovà t’Iakobe, naho joboñe’e t’Israele, vaho hampimoneñe’e an-tane’ iareo eo; le hirekets’ am’ iereo ty renetane, hipitek’ amy anjomba’ Iakobey.
2 The nations will escort Israel and bring it to its homeland. Then the house of Israel will possess the nations as menservants and maidservants in the LORD’s land. They will make captives of their captors and rule over their oppressors.
Ho rambese’ o kilakila’ ndatio naho hasese’iareo mb’an-toe’ iareo mb’eo; ie ho fanaña’ i anjomba’ Israeley ho mpitoroñe lahy naho ampela an-tane’ Iehovà ao; naho ho tsepahe’iareo o namahotse iareoo; vaho ho fehè’ iareo o namorekeke iareoo.
3 On the day that the LORD gives you rest from your pain and torment, and from the hard labor into which you were forced,
Ho tendreke amy andro hampanintsiña’ Iehovà anahareo amo fioremeña’ areoo, naho amo haorea’ areoo, naho amo fitromahañe namorekekeañe anahareoo,
4 you will sing this song of contempt against the king of Babylon: How the oppressor has ceased, and how his fury has ended!
t’ie ho ente’ areo amy mpanjaka’ i Baveley añe ty tafatoño toy, ami’ty hoe: akore te nijihetse i mpamorekekey! naho nipendreñe i fidabadoañey!
5 The LORD has broken the staff of the wicked, the scepter of the rulers.
Fa pinoza’ Iehovà ty fitoño’ o lo-tserekeo, ty kobai’ o mpifeheo,
6 It struck the peoples in anger with unceasing blows; it subdued the nations in rage with relentless persecution.
I nitolom-pamofoke ondatio ami’ty haboseha’ey, i nameleke ondatio ami’ty haviñera’e an-tsarerake tsy nimete kalañeñey.
7 All the earth is at peace and at rest; they break out in song.
Manintsiñe iaby ty tane toy, vaho mitsiñe; ie ampipoñafan-tsabo.
8 Even the cypresses and cedars of Lebanon exult over you: “Since you have been laid low, no woodcutter comes against us.”
Eka mirebeke ty ama’o o sohihio, naho o mendorave’ i Lebanoneo: Kanao nazevoñ’ ambane irehe, tsy mitroatse ama’ay ty mpamira.
9 Sheol beneath is eager to meet you upon your arrival. It stirs the spirits of the dead to greet you— all the rulers of the earth. It makes all the kings of the nations rise from their thrones. (Sheol h7585)
Mangetseketseke ty ama’o ty tsikeokeoke hifanalaka ama’o amy figodaña’oy; ampibarakaofe’e ty ama’o o angatseo, o nifeleke tan-tane atoio; songa miongake amo fiambesa’eo o mpanjakam-pifeheañeo. (Sheol h7585)
10 They will all respond to you, saying, “You too have become weak, as we are; you have become like us!”
Songa mifañontane ama’e manao ty hoe: Toe maleme manahake anay irehe! Ihe hambañe ama’ay!
11 Your pomp has been brought down to Sheol, along with the music of your harps. Maggots are your bed and worms your blanket. (Sheol h7585)
Fa nampanjotso azo mb’an-kibory mb’atoy ty firegevoha’o, reketse ty fikoraha’ o karara’oo; Nalamake ambane’o ao o oletseo, vaho mañohoñe azo o kànkañeo. (Sheol h7585)
12 How you have fallen from heaven, O day star, son of the dawn! You have been cut down to the ground, O destroyer of nations.
Akore ty nideboña’o boak’ andikerañey, ry vasian-kandro, ana’ ty fanjirik’andro! Finira mb’an-tane, ihe nimpamotsake o fifeheañeo.
13 You said in your heart: “I will ascend to the heavens; I will raise my throne above the stars of God. I will sit on the mount of assembly, in the far reaches of the north.
Nanoe’o an-tro’o ao ty hoe: Hionjoñe mb’andikerañe mb’eo iraho, ambone’ o vasian’ Añahareo ty hañonjonako ty fiambesako, vaho hiambesatse am-bohim-pivory eo, amo ila’e avaratseo;
14 I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.”
Hionjoñe ambonen-dikera’ o rahoñeo iraho, hihambañako amy Abo-Tia.
Te mone hazotso mb’an-tsikeokeoke ao irehe, pak’am-para’ i halale’ i koboñeiy. (Sheol h7585)
16 Those who see you will stare; they will ponder your fate: “Is this the man who shook the earth and made the kingdoms tremble,
Hisamb’ azo o hahaisake azoo, hañarahara ty hoe: Itiañe hao indaty nampiezeñezeñe ty tane toiy, i nampihondrahondra o fifeheañeoy;
17 who turned the world into a desert and destroyed its cities, who refused to let the captives return to their homes?”
Ty nanao ty tane toy ho ratraratra, naho nandrotsake o rova’eo; vaho tsy nanokake ty vala-bei’e himpolia’ o narohi’eo?
18 All the kings of the nations lie in state, each in his own tomb.
Songa mirotse ami’ty enge’e o mpanjaka’ o fifeheañeoo, ie iabikey, sindre an-kibori’e ao.
19 But you are cast out of your grave like a rejected branch, covered by those slain with the sword, and dumped into a rocky pit like a carcass trampled underfoot.
F’ihe ka, ro navokovoko boak’ an-kibori’o ao hoe tsampañe tiva, an-tsaro’ ty vinono, tinomboke fibara, mihotrake mb’amo vato an-koboñeo hoe lolo linialiam-pandia.
20 You will not join them in burial, since you have destroyed your land and slaughtered your own people. The offspring of the wicked will never again be mentioned.
Tsy hitrao-pileveñe am’ iereo, amy te narotsa’o ty tane’o vaho zinama’o ondati’oo; toe tsy ho tiahieñe ka ty tarira’ o lo-tserekeo.
21 Prepare a place to slaughter his sons for the iniquities of their forefathers. They will never rise up to possess a land or cover the earth with their cities.
Mihentseña hanjamañe o ana’eo ty amo hakeon-droae’ iareoo; tsy mone hitroatse hitavañe ty voatse toy iereo, hanitsike o rova an-tane atoio.
22 “I will rise up against them,” declares the LORD of Hosts. “I will cut off from Babylon her name and her remnant, her offspring and her posterity,”
Izaho, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy, ty hitroatse am’ iereo, vaho haitoako amy Bavele ty añarañe naho ty sehanga’e, ty tariratse naho ty tamingañe, hoe t’Iehovà.
23 “I will make her a place for owls and for swamplands; I will sweep her away with the broom of destruction,” declares the LORD of Hosts.
Hatoloko ho fanaña’ ty trandrake, ho babangoa-mangenakenake; le ho piopioheko am-pamafa- karotsahañe, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy.
24 The LORD of Hosts has sworn: “Surely, as I have planned, so will it be; as I have purposed, so will it stand.
Nifanta’ Iehovà’ i Màroy ty hoe: Toe ho tondroke ze fitsakoreako; hijadon-ko do’e ze aereñereko.
25 I will break Assyria in My land; I will trample him on My mountain. His yoke will be taken off My people, and his burden removed from their shoulders.”
Ho folaheko an-taneko ao ty Asore, ho lialiàko am-bohiko eo; habalake ty joka’e am’ iareo, vaho havotsotse an-tsoro’ iareo ty kilanka’e.
26 This is the plan devised for the whole earth, and this is the hand stretched out over all the nations.
Izay ty safiry nalahatse ho a’ ty tane bey toy vaho itoy ty taña natora-kitsike amo fifeheañe iabio.
27 The LORD of Hosts has purposed, and who can thwart Him? His hand is outstretched, so who can turn it back?
Naereñere’ Iehovà’ i Màroy, ia ty hahakalañe aze? Napololotse ty fità’e, ia ty hampipoly aze?
28 In the year that King Ahaz died, this burden was received:
Tamy taoñe nahavilasy i Akhaze mpanjaka, ty niheova’ ty entañe toy.
29 Do not rejoice, all you Philistines, that the rod that struck you is broken. For a viper will spring from the root of the snake, and a flying serpent from its egg.
Ko mandia-taroba, ry Pilistý iabio, amy te pinozake ty kobaiñe nandafa azo, fa boak’ am-baha’ ty mereñe ty hitiria’ ty lapetake, ie ka ty hamoa fandrefeala mibela, mitiliñe.
30 Then the firstborn of the poor will find pasture, and the needy will lie down in safety, but I will kill your root by famine, and your remnant will be slain.
Hikama o loho rarakeo, naho hàndre am-pipalirañe ao o poi’eo; ho vonoeko ami’ty kerè o vaha’oo, izay ty hanjamanañe ty honka’o.
31 Wail, O gate! Cry out, O city! Melt away, all you Philistines! For a cloud of smoke comes from the north, and there are no stragglers in its ranks.
Mañaoloa ry lalambey, mikoiha ry rova; mitranaha ry Pilistý, nahareo iaby; hehe te boak’ avaratse añe ty hatoeñe, tsy ama’e ty mitakàtrotse am-pirimboña’e.
32 What answer will be given to the envoys of that nation? “The LORD has founded Zion, where His afflicted people will find refuge.”
Akore arè ty hamaleañe o ira’ i fifeheañeio? T’ie naore’ Iehovà t’i Tsione le hitsoloke ama’e ondati’e misotrio.
