Isaiah 18

1 Woe to the land of whirring wings, along the rivers of Cush,

Ègbé ni fún ilẹ̀ tí ó kún fún ariwo ìyẹ́ eṣú, ní àwọn ipadò Kuṣi,

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.

tí ó rán àwọn ikọ̀ lórí Òkun lórí omi nínú ọkọ̀-ọpọ́n tí a fi eèsún papirusi ṣe. Ẹ lọ, ẹ̀yin ikọ̀ tí ó yára, sí àwọn ènìyàn gíga tí àwọ̀ ara wọn jọ̀lọ̀, sí àwọn ènìyàn tí a ń bẹ̀rù káàkiri, orílẹ̀-èdè aláfojúdi alájèjì èdè, tí odò pín ilẹ̀ rẹ̀ yẹ́lẹyẹ̀lẹ.

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.

Gbogbo ẹ̀yin ènìyàn ayé, tí ó ń gbé orílẹ̀ ayé, nígbà tí a bá gbé àsíá kan sókè lórí òkè, ẹ ó rí i, nígbà tí a bá fun fèrè kan ẹ ó gbọ́ ọ.

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.”

Èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa sọ fún mi: “Èmi yóò dákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́, èmi yóò sì máa wo òréré láti ibùgbé e mi wá, gẹ́gẹ́ bí ooru gbígbóná nínú ìtànṣán oòrùn, gẹ́gẹ́ bí òjò-dídì ní àárín gbùngbùn ìkórè.”

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.

Nítorí, kí ìkórè tó bẹ̀rẹ̀, nígbà tí ìrudí bá kún, nígbà tí ìtànná bá di èso àjàrà pípọ́n. Òun yóò sì fi dòjé rẹ́ ẹ̀ka tuntun, yóò sì mu kúrò, yóò sì gé ẹ̀ka lulẹ̀.

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.

A ó fi wọ́n sílẹ̀ fún àwọn ẹyẹ òkè ńlá àti fún àwọn ẹranko búburú; àwọn ẹyẹ yóò fi wọ́n ṣe oúnjẹ nínú ẹ̀ẹ̀rùn àti àwọn ẹranko búburú nígbà òjò.

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.

Ní àkókò náà ni a ó mú ẹ̀bùn wá fún Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun láti ọ̀dọ̀ àwọn ènìyàn gíga tí ẹran-ara wọn jọ̀lọ̀, láti ọ̀dọ̀ àwọn ènìyàn tí a bẹ̀rù níbi gbogbo, orílẹ̀-èdè aláfojúdi àti alájèjì èdè, ilẹ̀ ẹni tí omi pín sí yẹ́lẹyẹ̀lẹ— a ó mú àwọn ẹ̀bùn náà wá sí òkè Sioni, ibi tí orúkọ Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun gbé wà.