Isaiah 17
1 This is the burden against Damascus: “Behold, Damascus is no longer a city; it has become a heap of ruins.
Ty nibekoeñe i Damesèke: Hehe te nasintake amy Damesèke ty maharova aze, fa ho votrem-porompotse.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken; they will be left to the flocks, which will lie down with no one to fear.
Naforintseñe o rova’ i Aroereo, ho fandrean’ añondry, tsy eo ty hañembañe iareo.
3 The fortress will disappear from Ephraim, and the sovereignty from Damascus. The remnant of Aram will be like the splendor of the Israelites,”
Ho modo ka ty kijoli-abo’ i Efraime, naho ty fifehea’ i Damesèke; fa hanahake ty enge’ o nte-Israeleo ty sisa’ i Arame, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy.
4 “In that day the splendor of Jacob will fade, and the fat of his body will waste away,
Ie amy andro zay, le hanoeñe matify ty volonahe’ Iakobe, vaho hinike ho boroka ty havondra’ i sandri’ey.
5 as the reaper gathers the standing grain and harvests the ears with his arm, as one gleans heads of grain in the Valley of Rephaim.
Le hanahake ty fanontonam-panatake o tsako miadaoroo, ie manifo o tsakoo an-tsira’e eo; eka le hanahake ty fañoroñañe ty voto’e ambavatane’ i Rafà ao.
6 Yet gleanings will remain, like an olive tree that has been beaten— two or three berries atop the tree, four or five on its fruitful branches,”
Fe mbe hapoke eo ty nengañe, manahake ty fañintsañañe zaite, t’ie telo ndra roe ty an-dengo’ i singa’e amboney, lime ndra efatse ty an-katae miregorego, hoe t’Iehovà, Andrianañahare’ Israele.
7 In that day men will look to their Maker and turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
Amy andro zay, hañaoñe i Namboatse azey t’indaty, naho hampiandra fihaino mb’amy Masi’ Israeley
8 They will not look to the altars they have fashioned with their hands or to the Asherahs and incense altars they have made with their fingers.
Tsy ho haoñe’e o kitrelio, o satam-pità’eo, vaho tsy ho tolihe’e o nitsenen-drambo-pità’eo, ndra o Asereo, ndra o kitrelin’ embokeo.
9 In that day their strong cities will be like forsaken thickets and summits, abandoned to the Israelites and to utter desolation.
O rova’e maozatseo amy andro zay, le ho koake hoe tsampa’e napoke añ’ala, hoe singa’e nadoke ty amo ana’ Israeleo, vaho hangoakoake ty ao.
10 For you have forgotten the God of your salvation and failed to remember the Rock of your refuge. Therefore, though you cultivate delightful plots and set out cuttings from exotic vines—
Amy te nihaliño’o t’i Andrianañaharem-pandrombahañ’ azo, le nandikofa’o ty Lamilamin-kaozara’o; aa le hambole hatae soasoa irehe, vaho haketsa’o ho an-drahare ambahiny ty tora-katae.
11 though on the day you plant you make them grow, and on that morning you help your seed sprout— yet the harvest will vanish on the day of disease and incurable pain.
Nifahera’o amy andro nambolè’o azey, maraindray re ro ampamoñea’o i tiri’oy; fe votrim-porompotse ty ho voka’e, amy andron-kasilofañe naho fanaintaiñañey.
12 Alas, the tumult of many peoples; they rage like the roaring seas and clamoring nations; they rumble like the crashing of mighty waters.
Hedey! ty fikoraha’ o mitozantozañeo, mitroñe manahake ty fitroña’ i riakey; naho ty fidabadoà’ o kilakila ‘ndatio hambañe ami’ty fisorotombahan-drano bey!
13 The nations rage like the rush of many waters. He rebukes them, and they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaff on the hills, like tumbleweeds before a gale.
Le hitabatroake manahake ty fitotsaha’ ty rano bey o fifeheañeo; fe hendaha’e, le hioratse añe iereo, vaho ho horidañeñe hoe kafo’e am-bohitsey añatrefa’ i tiokey, manahake ty fibòn-deboke miviombio aolo’ ty tiobey.
14 In the evening, there is sudden terror! Before morning, they are no more! This is the portion of those who loot us and the lot of those who plunder us.
Ie hariva, hehe te hekoheko; ie miporea’ ty maraindray le tsy eo; izay ty anjara’ o mañaoke anaio, vaho ty tambe’ o mampikametse ama’aio.
