Isaiah 21
1 This is the burden against the Desert by the Sea: Like whirlwinds sweeping through the Negev, an invader comes from the desert, from a land of terror.
Amụma megide ọzara nke dị nʼakụkụ oke osimiri: Dịka oke ifufe si nʼọzara Negeb na-efebiga, ka onye na-eme ihe ike ga-esi nʼọzara bịa, site nʼala nke oke egwu.
2 A dire vision is declared to me: “The traitor still betrays, and the destroyer still destroys. Go up, O Elam! Lay siege, O Media! I will put an end to all her groaning.”
Ahụrụ m ọhụ dị egwu, ọhụ oke mbibi, na ọhụ oke nrara nye nʼaka ndị mbibi, nʼebe onye na-apụnara mmadụ ihe nʼike na-akwakọta ngwongwo. Bilienụ unu ndị agha Elam, buonu agha! Unu ndị agha Midia, gbaanụ obodo gburugburu! Aga m eme ka ịsụ ude na mmegbu niile kwụsị.
3 Therefore my body is filled with anguish. Pain grips me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am bewildered to hear, I am dismayed to see.
Nʼihi nke a, ahụ m niile nọ nʼoke ihe mgbu, oke ihe mgbu zuru m ahụ, dịka ihe mgbu nke nwanyị ime na-eme. Amara m jijiji nʼihi ihe m nụrụ, ihe m na-ahụ na-agbagwoju m anya.
4 My heart falters; fear makes me tremble. The twilight of my desire has turned to horror.
Obi m anọkwaghị jụụ, oke ọma jijiji na-eme ka m tụọ egwu; chi ojiji nke m na-ele anya ya aghọọlara m ihe ịma jijiji.
5 They prepare a table, they lay out a carpet, they eat, they drink! Rise up, O princes, oil the shields!
Ha na-akwado tebul. Ha na-edozi ute ịnọdụ ala, ha na-eri, ha na-aṅụ. Bilienụ ndịisi agha, teekwanụ ọta niile mmanụ!
6 For this is what the Lord says to me: “Go, post a lookout and have him report what he sees.
Ihe a ka Onyenwe anyị gwara m, “Gaa, guzobe onye nche, ka o kwuo ihe ọ na-ahụ.
7 When he sees chariots with teams of horsemen, riders on donkeys, riders on camels, he must be alert, fully alert.”
Mgbe ọ hụrụ ụgbọ agha, na usuu ịnyịnya, na ndị na-agba ịnyịnya ibu, maọbụ ndị na-agba ịnyịnya kamel ka ha na-abịa abụọ abụọ, gwa ya ka o lezie ha anya nke ọma, nọọkwa na njikere.”
8 Then the lookout shouted: “Day after day, my lord, I stand on the watchtower; night after night I stay at my post.
Onye nche na-elepụ anya tiri mkpu dịka ọdụm, sị, “Onyenwe m, nʼehihie ụbọchị niile ka m na-eguzo nʼelu ụlọ nche, nʼọnọdụ nche m ka m na-eguzokwa abalị niile.
9 Look, here come the riders, horsemen in pairs.” And one answered, saying: “Fallen, fallen is Babylon! All the images of her gods lie shattered on the ground!”
Lee, otu nwoke nọ nʼime ụgbọ agha na-abịa, ya na ndị nọ nʼelu ịnyịnya na-abịa abụọ abụọ. O nyeghachiri ọsịsa ahụ, ‘Babilọn adaala, e ọ daala, arụsị niile apịrị apị nke chi ya niile a kurisiela tọgbọrọ nʼala.’”
10 O my people, crushed on the threshing floor, I tell you what I have heard from the LORD of Hosts, the God of Israel.
O, ndị m, ndị a zọchara azọcha, dịka ọka a zọchara nʼebe ịzọcha ọka, agwala m unu ihe Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile bụ Chineke Izrel kwuru.
11 This is the burden against Dumah: One calls to me from Seir, “Watchman, what is left of the night? Watchman, what is left of the night?”
Nke a bụ amụma megide Duma: Otu onye si na Sia na-akpọ m oku, “Onye nche, gịnị ka ọ fọdụrụ tupu chi abọọ? Onye nche, gịnị ka ọ fọdụrụ tupu chi abọọ?”
12 The watchman replies, “Morning has come, but also the night. If you would inquire, then inquire. Come back yet again.”
Onye nche zara sị, “Chi ọbụbọ na-abịa, abalị na-abịakwa. Ọ bụrụ na ị chọrọ ịjụ ajụjụ, jụọnụ ajụjụ, ma laghachikwa ọzọ.”
13 This is the burden against Arabia: In the thickets of Arabia you must lodge, O caravans of Dedanites.
Amụma megide Arebịa: Unu ndị ije niile nke Dedan, ndị na-anọ ọnọdụ abalị nʼoke ọhịa nke Arebịa,
14 Bring water for the thirsty, O dwellers of Tema; meet the refugees with food.
kuterenụ ndị ahụ bịakwutere unu akpịrị na-akpọ nkụ mmiri ọṅụṅụ; unu ndị bi nʼala Tema, buterenụ ndị gbakwutere unu ọsọ ndụ nri.
15 For they flee from the sword— the sword that is drawn— from the bow that is bent, and from the stress of battle.
Nʼihi na ọ bụ site nʼagha nke e ji mma agha egbu ndị mmadụ, na agha e ji akụ agbatu mmadụ ka ha si na-agbapụ ọsọ.
16 For this is what the Lord says to me: “Within one year, as a hired worker would count it, all the glory of Kedar will be gone.
Nke a bụ ihe Onyenwe anyị sịrị m, “Tupu otu afọ agwụ, dị ka esi agụ afọ onye ohu e goro ọrụ, ịma mma Keda ga-agwụsị.
17 The remaining archers, the warriors of Kedar, will be few.” For the LORD, the God of Israel, has spoken.
Ndị fọdụrụ ndụ nʼime ndị na-agba ụta, ndị bụ dike nʼagha na Keda, ga-adị mmadụ ole na ole.” Onyenwe anyị, bụ Chineke Izrel ekwuola ya.
