Isaiah 18
1 Woe to the land of whirring wings, along the rivers of Cush,
Kush palangnaw namran lah, cahucahu kacai e ratheinaw onae ram teh a yawthoe.
2 which sends couriers by sea, in papyrus vessels on the waters. Go, swift messengers, to a people tall and smooth-skinned, to a people widely feared, to a powerful nation of strange speech, whose land is divided by rivers.
Hothateh, tuipui lam hoi thoseh, tui van vah, lungpum longnaw hoi thoseh, patounenaw patoun e ram lah ao. Karang poung e kaoungkung naw, ka rasang ni teh a tak kâpi e miphun, kahnai kahlat kaawm e taminaw ni taki e miphun, palangnaw kamphinae koe e talai dawk kaawm e, a tha kaawm ni teh reprep ka coungroe e miphun koe cet awh haw.
3 All you people of the world and dwellers of the earth, when a banner is raised on the mountains, you will see it; when a ram’s horn sounds, you will hear it.
Talaivan kaawm e taminaw hoi talai dawk kaawm e taminaw, monnaw dawkvah mitnout a ung awh toteh, nangmouh ni na hmu awh han. Mongka ueng toteh nangmouh ni na thai awh han.
4 For this is what the LORD has told me: “I will quietly look on from My dwelling place, like shimmering heat in the sunshine, like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”
Bangkongtetpawiteh BAWIPA ni, kai koe a dei e teh, duem ka o teh, kanî raeng dawk hoi ka ang poung e khumbei patetlah thoseh, canga tue kâannae tueng koehoi tadamtui kabawt sak e tâmai patetlah thoseh, ka onae hmuen koehoi ka khet han telah ati.
5 For before the harvest, when the blossom is gone and the flower becomes a ripening grape, He will cut off the shoots with a pruning knife and remove and discard the branches.
Bangkongtetpawiteh, a tue a pha hoehnahlan a pei ka pei niteh, a pei teh kahmin e a paw lah ao toteh, a dawnnaw hah ramalongkawi hoi bouk vaiteh, a kangnaw hai koung bouk teh tâkhawng lah ao.
6 They will all be left to the mountain birds of prey, and to the beasts of the land. The birds will feed on them in summer, and all the wild animals in winter.
Hotnaw pueng teh, mon vah moi kacate tavanaw hoi talai dawk e saringnaw hanelah ka cawi sak han. Moi ka cat e tavanaw ni ahnimae van vah, kompawi tue a loum sak awh vaiteh, talai dawk e saring pueng ni ahnimae van vah kasik tue a loum sak awh han.
7 At that time gifts will be brought to the LORD of Hosts— from a people tall and smooth-skinned, from a people widely feared, from a powerful nation of strange speech, whose land is divided by rivers— to Mount Zion, the place of the Name of the LORD of Hosts.
Hate tueng dawkvah, ka rasang ni teh a tak kâpi e miphun, kahnai kahlat kaawm e taminaw ni taki e miphun, palangnaw kamphinae koe e talai dawk kaawm ni teh a tha kaawm reprep ka coungroe e miphun teh, kalvan ransanaw e BAWIPA min onae Zion mon dawk, ayawmpoehnonaw hah a sin awh han.
