Isaiah 17
1 This is the burden against Damascus: “Behold, Damascus is no longer a city; it has become a heap of ruins.
Adehunu a ɛfa Damasko ho: “Hwɛ, Damasko renyɛ kuropɔn bio ɛbɛdane ayɛ mmubuiɛ sie.
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 bɛdane nkurofon na wɔagya ama nnwankuo 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 bɛfiri Damasko; Aram nkaeɛfoɔ bɛyɛ Israelfoɔ animuonyam,” Sɛdeɛ Asafo Awurade seɛ nie.
4 “In that day the splendor of Jacob will fade, and the fat of his body will waste away,
“Ɛda no, Yakob animuonyam bɛpa; na ne mu sradeɛ 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 sɛdeɛ otwafoɔ twa aburoo a ɛgyina afuo so na ɔde ne nsa pempan sɛ ɛberɛ a obi redi mpɛpɛwa wɔ Refaim Bɔnhwa 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, sɛdeɛ wɔwoso ngo dua a ɛyɛ no; ɛka aba no mmienu anaa mmiɛnsa wɔ atifi mman no so, ne ɛnan anaa enum wɔ mman a ɛsoɔ no so,” sɛdeɛ Awurade, Israel Onyankopɔn seɛ nie.
7 In that day men will look to their Maker and turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
Saa ɛda no, nnipa de wɔn ani bɛto wɔn Yɛfoɔ so na wɔadane 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 afɔrebukyia a ɛyɛ wɔn nsa ano adwuma no so, na wɔbɛbu Asera afɔrebukyia ne nnuhwan afɔrebukyia a wɔde wɔn nsateaa ayɛ no animtia.
9 In that day their strong cities will be like forsaken thickets and summits, abandoned to the Israelites and to utter desolation.
Ɛda no, wɔn nkuropɔn a ɛwɔ banbɔ denden a Israelfoɔ enti wɔgyaa hɔ no bɛyɛ sɛ mmeammea a wɔagya ama nnɔtɔ ne wira. 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 afiri Onyankopɔn, mo Agyenkwa, na monkaee Ɔbotan no, mo aban no. Enti ɛwom sɛ mopɛ nnua papa na modua bobe a moatɔ afiri amanɔne.
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.
Ɛwom sɛ ɛda a moduaeɛ no, momaa ɛnyiniiɛ anɔpa a moduaeɛ no, na moma ɛguu nhwiren. Nanso otwa no renyɛ hwee sɛ yadeɛ ne ɔyea a wɔntumi 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.
Ao aman dodoɔ no nhurusoɔ, wɔhuruso te sɛ ɛpo a ɛrebɔ asorɔkye! Ao nnipa dodoɔ nworosoɔ, wɔworoso sɛ nsuo akɛseɛ!
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.
Ɛwom sɛ nnipa dodoɔ no woro so te sɛ nsuo a ɛresene mmirika so, nanso, Onyankopɔn bɛka wɔn anim ama wɔadwane akɔ akyirikyiri, te sɛ ntɛtɛ a mframa bɔ gu wɔ bepɔ so te sɛ anweatam so wira a mframa den 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.
Anwummerɛ, wɔbɔ yɛn hu awerɛfirie mu. Nanso ansa na adeɛ bɛkye no, na wɔkɔ dada! Wɔn a wɔfo yɛn nneɛma, ne wɔn a wɔbɔ yɛn korɔno kyɛfa nie.
