Isaiah 17
1 This is the burden against Damascus: “Behold, Damascus is no longer a city; it has become a heap of ruins.
Nkɔmhyɛ a ɛfa Damasko ho: “Hwɛ, Damasko renyɛ kuropɔn bio ɛbɛdan ayɛ nnwiriwii siw.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken; they will be left to the flocks, which will lie down with no one to fear.
Aroer nkuropɔn bɛdan amamfo na wɔagyaw ama nguankuw ama wɔadeda hɔ, a obiara renyi wɔn hu.
3 The fortress will disappear from Ephraim, and the sovereignty from Damascus. The remnant of Aram will be like the splendor of the Israelites,”
Kuropɔn a wɔabɔ ho ban bɛyera wɔ Efraim, adehyetumi nso befi Damasko; Aram nkae bɛyɛ Israelfo anuonyam,” Sɛnea Asafo Awurade se ni.
4 “In that day the splendor of Jacob will fade, and the fat of his body will waste away,
“Da no Yakob anuonyam bɛpa; na ne mu srade bɛsa.
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.
Ɛbɛyɛ sɛnea nnɔbaetwafo twa aburow a egyina afuw so na ɔde ne nsa penpan, sɛ bere a obi redi mpɛpɛwa wɔ Refaim Bon mu.
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,”
Nanso mpɛpɛwa no mu bi bɛka, sɛnea wɔwosow ngodua a ɛyɛ no, ɛka aba no abien anaa abiɛsa wɔ atifi mman no so, ne anan anaa anum wɔ mman a ɛso no so,” sɛnea Awurade, Israel Nyankopɔn se ni.
7 In that day men will look to their Maker and turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
Saa da no, nnipa de wɔn ani bɛto wɔn Yɛfo so na wɔadan wɔn ani ahwɛ Israel Ɔkronkronni no.
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.
Wɔremfa wɔn ho nto afɔremuka a ɛyɛ wɔn nsa ano adwuma no so, na wobebu Asera nnua ne nnuhuam afɔremuka a wɔde wɔn nsateaa ayɛ no animtiaa.
9 In that day their strong cities will be like forsaken thickets and summits, abandoned to the Israelites and to utter desolation.
Da no wɔn nkuropɔn a ɛwɔ bammɔ dennen, a Israelfo nti wogyaw hɔ no, bɛyɛ sɛ mmeaemmeae a wɔagyaw ama nnɔtɔ ne nwura. Ne nyinaa bɛda mpan.
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—
Mo werɛ afi Onyankopɔn, mo Agyenkwa, na monkaee Ɔbotan no, mo abandennen no. Enti ɛwɔ mu sɛ mopɛ nnua papa na mudua bobe a moatɔ afi amannɔne,
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.
ɛwɔ mu, da a muduae no, moma enyinii anɔpa a muduae no, moma eguu nhwiren, nanso otwa no renyɛ hwee sɛ ɔyare ne ɔyaw a wontumi nsa.
12 Alas, the tumult of many peoples; they rage like the roaring seas and clamoring nations; they rumble like the crashing of mighty waters.
Nnome nka aman dodow a wohuru so no, wohuru so te sɛ po a ɛrebɔ asorɔkye! Nnome nka nnipa dodow a wɔworo so, wɔworo so sɛ asu akɛse!
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.
Ɛwɔ mu, nnipa dodow woro so te sɛ, asu a ɛresen mmirika so, sɛ ɔka wɔn anim a woguan kɔ akyirikyiri, te sɛ ntɛtɛ a mframa bɔ gu wɔ bepɔw so te sɛ nweatam so nwura a mframaden rebɔ no.
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.
Anwummere, wɔbɔ yɛn hu awerɛfiri mu ansa na ade bɛkyɛ no na wɔkɔ dedaw! wɔn a wɔfow yɛn nneɛma, ne wɔn a wɔbɔ yɛn korɔn kyɛfa ni.
