Isaiah 17
1 This is the burden against Damascus: “Behold, Damascus is no longer a city; it has become a heap of ruins.
Ko te poropitianga mo Ramahiku. Nana, kua kore a Ramahiku hei pa; ka puranga kau.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken; they will be left to the flocks, which will lie down with no one to fear.
Kua mahue nga pa o Aroere; mo nga kahui era, ka takoto ratou, te ai he kaiwhakawehi.
3 The fortress will disappear from Ephraim, and the sovereignty from Damascus. The remnant of Aram will be like the splendor of the Israelites,”
Ka kore ano he pa kaha mo Eparaima, he kingitanga mo Ramahiku, he toenga ranei o Hiria: ka rite ratou ki te kororia o nga tama a Iharaira, e ai ta Ihowa o nga mano.
4 “In that day the splendor of Jacob will fade, and the fat of his body will waste away,
Na i taua ra ka meinga te kororia o Hakaopa kia tupuhi, ka hiroki haere hoki te ngako o ona kikokiko.
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.
A ka rite ki ta te kaitapahi kohikohinga i te witi, ki te tapahanga hoki a ona ringa i nga hua witi; ae, ka rite ki te hamunga o nga hua witi i te raorao i Repaima.
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,”
Otiia e toe ano etahi karepe hei hamunga; ka rite ki te ruiruinga o te oriwa; e rua, e toru nga oriwa i te pito o to runga rawa peka, e wha, e rima i te peka i waho rawa, i te mea whai hua, e ai ta Ihowa, ta te Atua o Iharaira.
7 In that day men will look to their Maker and turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
I taua ra ka titiro he tangata ki tona Kaihanga, ka anga ona kanohi ki te Mea Tapu o Iharaira.
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.
E kore ano e titiro ki nga aata i hanga nei e ona ringa, e kore e anga ki te mea i mahia e ona maihao, ki nga Aherimi ranei, ki nga whakapakoko ranei.
9 In that day their strong cities will be like forsaken thickets and summits, abandoned to the Israelites and to utter desolation.
I taua ra ka rite ona pa kaha ki te wahi i whakarerea i te ngahere, i te tihi ano o te maunga, i whakarerea ra i te aroaro o nga tama a Iharaira; na ko te ngaromanga.
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—
Kua wareware hoki koe ki te Atua o tou whakaoranga, a kua kahore i mahara ki te kamaka o tou kaha, mo reira ka whakatupuria e koe he mea ataahua, ka whakatokia ano ki te peka ke:
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.
I te ra e whakato ai koe, ka taiepatia e koe, a i te ata matomato tonu tau i whakato ai: i te ra ia o te pouri, o te mamae ngau kino, ka memeha atu te kotinga.
12 Alas, the tumult of many peoples; they rage like the roaring seas and clamoring nations; they rumble like the crashing of mighty waters.
Anana, te ngangau o nga iwi maha, e nge ana ano he haruru no nga moana! me te rere o nga iwi, e wawa ana koia ano kei te turituri o nga wai nunui!
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.
Ano ko te taheke o nga wai maha te haruru o nga iwi; otiia ka riria ratou e ia, a ka rere ki tawhiti, ka whaia, ano he papapa no nga maunga i te upoko o te hau, ano he puehu awhiowhio e aia ana e te tupuhi.
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.
I te ahiahi, na ko te pawera; kiano i puao kua kore ratou. Ko te wahi tenei ma te hunga e pahua ana i a tatou, ko te mea tenei e wehea ma te hunga e muru ana i a tatou.
