Isaiah 17
1 This is the burden against Damascus: “Behold, Damascus is no longer a city; it has become a heap of ruins.
Ọ̀rọ̀-ìmọ̀ tí ó kan Damasku: “Kíyèsi i, Damasku kò ní jẹ́ ìlú mọ́ ṣùgbọ́n yóò padà di ààtàn.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken; they will be left to the flocks, which will lie down with no one to fear.
Àwọn ìlú Aroeri ni a ó kọ̀sílẹ̀ fún àwọn agbo ẹran tí yóò máa sùn síbẹ̀, láìsí ẹni tí yóò dẹ́rùbà wọ́n.
3 The fortress will disappear from Ephraim, and the sovereignty from Damascus. The remnant of Aram will be like the splendor of the Israelites,”
Ìlú olódi ni yóò pòórá kúrò ní Efraimu, àti agbára ọba kúrò ní Damasku; àwọn àṣẹ́kù Aramu yóò dá gẹ́gẹ́ bí ògo ti àwọn Israẹli,” ni Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun wí.
4 “In that day the splendor of Jacob will fade, and the fat of his body will waste away,
“Ní ọjọ́ náà ni ògo Jakọbu yóò sá; ọ̀rá ara rẹ̀ yóò ṣòfò dànù.
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.
Yóò sì dàbí ìgbà tí olùkórè kó àwọn irúgbìn tí ó dúró jọ tí ó sì ń kórè irúgbìn pẹ̀lú apá rẹ̀— àti gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìgbà tí ènìyàn pa ọkà ní àfonífojì ti Refaimu.
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,”
Síbẹ̀síbẹ̀ irúgbìn díẹ̀ yóò ṣẹ́kù, gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìgbà tí a gbọn igi olifi, tí èso olifi méjì tàbí mẹ́ta ṣẹ́kù sórí ẹ̀ka tí ó ga jùlọ, mẹ́rin tàbí márùn-ún lórí ẹ̀ka tí ó so jù,” ni Olúwa wí, àní Ọlọ́run Israẹli.
7 In that day men will look to their Maker and turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
Ní ọjọ́ náà, àwọn ènìyàn yóò gbójú sókè sí Ẹlẹ́dàá wọn, wọn yóò sì síjú wo Ẹni Mímọ́ Israẹli.
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.
Wọn kò ní wo àwọn pẹpẹ mọ́, èyí tí í ṣe iṣẹ́ ọwọ́ wọn, wọn kò sì ní kọbi ara sí ère Aṣerah mọ́ tàbí pẹpẹ tùràrí tí ìka ọwọ́ wọn ti ṣe.
9 In that day their strong cities will be like forsaken thickets and summits, abandoned to the Israelites and to utter desolation.
Ní ọjọ́ náà àwọn ìlú alágbára rẹ̀, yóò dàbí ẹ̀ka ìkọ̀sílẹ̀, àti ẹ̀ka téńté òkè tí wọ́n fi sílẹ̀ nítorí àwọn ọmọ Israẹli. Gbogbo wọn yóò sì di ahoro.
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—
Nítorí ìwọ ti gbàgbé Ọlọ́run ìgbàlà rẹ; tí ìwọ kò sì náání àpáta ìgbàlà rẹ̀, nítorí náà ni ìwọ ti gbin ọ̀gbìn dáradára ìwọ sì tọ́ àjèjì ẹ̀ka sínú rẹ̀.
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.
Nítorí náà, bí ẹ tilẹ̀ mú àṣàyàn igi tí ẹ sì gbin àjàrà tí ó ti òkèrè wá, bí ó tilẹ̀ jẹ́ pé ọjọ́ tí ẹ kó wọn jáde ẹ mú wọn hù jáde, àti ní òwúrọ̀ tí ẹ gbìn wọ́n ẹ mú kí wọ́n rúdí, síbẹ̀síbẹ̀ ìkórè kò ní mú nǹkan wá ní ọjọ́ ààrùn àti ìrora tí kò gbóògùn.
12 Alas, the tumult of many peoples; they rage like the roaring seas and clamoring nations; they rumble like the crashing of mighty waters.
Kíyèsi i, ìrunú àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè— wọ́n ń runú bí ìgbì Òkun! Kíyèsi i, rògbòdìyàn tí ogunlọ́gọ̀ ènìyàn wọ́n bú ramúramù gẹ́gẹ́ bí ariwo odò ńlá!
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.
Bí ó tilẹ̀ jẹ́ pé àwọn ènìyàn ń bú ramúramù gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìrúmi odò, nígbà tí ó bá wọn wí wọ́n sálọ jìnnà réré, a tì wọ́n lọ gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìyàngbò ní orí òkè, àti gẹ́gẹ́ bí ewéko níwájú ìjì líle.
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.
Ní aginjù, ìpayà òjijì! Kí ó tó di òwúrọ̀, a ò rí wọn mọ́! Èyí ni ìpín àwọn tí ó jí wa lẹ́rù, àti ìpín àwọn tí ó fi ogun kó wa.
