Isaiah 25
1 O LORD, You are my God! I will exalt You; I will praise Your name. For You have worked wonders— plans formed long ago— in perfect faithfulness.
O Onyenwe anyị, ị bụ Chineke m; aga m ebuli gị elu, nye aha gị otuto, nʼihi na site na ntụkwasị obi zuruoke, ị rụọla ọtụtụ ihe ịrịbama, nke i tụrụ atụmatụ ha siterị nʼoge gara aga.
2 Indeed, You have made the city a heap of rubble, the fortified town a ruin. The fortress of strangers is a city no more; it will never be rebuilt.
Nʼihi na i meela ka obodo ghọọ mkpọmkpọ ebe; mee ka obodo e wusiri ike ghọọ ebe dakpọrọ adakpọ; meekwa ka ebe siri ike nke ndị mba ọzọ ghọọ ebe obodo na-adịghịzi, agaghị ewukwa ya ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
3 Therefore, a strong people will honor You. The cities of ruthless nations will revere You.
Nʼihi nke a, ndị niile dị ike ga-asọpụrụ gị. Obodo ndị ahụ na-emenye ndị mba ọzọ egwu ga-atụ gị egwu.
4 For You have been a refuge for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like rain against a wall,
Nʼihi na ị bụụrụ onye na-enweghị ike ebe mgbaba; ị bụkwaara ndị ogbenye ebe mgbaba nʼoge mkpa ha, ebe nchebe siri ike nʼoge oke mmiri ozuzo, na ndo nʼoge okpomọkụ. Nʼihi na nkuume nke ndị na-adịghị emere mmadụ ebere dị ka oke mmiri ozuzo nke na-amakwasị mgbidi,
5 like heat in a dry land. You subdue the uproar of foreigners. As the shade of a cloud cools the heat, so the song of the ruthless is silenced.
dịkwa ka okpomọkụ nke na-adị nʼọzara. Ị na-eme ka mkpọtụ nke ndị mba ọzọ kwụsị, dịka ndo nke igwe ojii na-eweta si eme ka okpomọkụ dajụọ, otu a ka abụ ọma nke ndị na-adịghị eme ebere si kwụsị.
6 On this mountain the LORD of Hosts will prepare a banquet for all the peoples, a feast of aged wine, of choice meat, of finely aged wine.
Nʼelu ugwu a, ka Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile ga-anọ kwadooro ụwa niile oke oriri. Ọ ga-abụ oke oriri nke ga-adịrị ndị niile. Oke oriri nke ezi anụ na mmanya dị mma ga-adị.
7 On this mountain He will swallow up the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations;
Nʼelu ugwu a, ka ọ ga-ewepụ ihe ndị ahụ niile na-eweta ihu mgbarụ, nke dị ka akwa e ji kpuchie mmadụ niile, nke kpuchikwara ihu ndị mba niile.
8 He will swallow up death forever. The Lord GOD will wipe away the tears from every face and remove the disgrace of His people from the whole earth.
Ọ ga-elomi ọnwụ ruo mgbe ebighị ebi. Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị ga-ehicha anya mmiri niile site nʼihu mmadụ niile, ọ ga-ewezuga ihe ịta ụta niile dakwasịrị ndị ya site nʼụwa niile. Onyenwe anyị ekwuola ya.
9 And in that day it will be said, “Surely this is our God; we have waited for Him, and He has saved us. This is the LORD for whom we have waited. Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.”
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, ndị mmadụ ga-asị, “Nke a bụ Chineke anyị nʼezie, anyị tụkwasịrị ya obi, ọ zọpụtakwara anyị. Nke a bụ Onyenwe anyị ahụ, anyị tụkwasịrị ya obi, ka anyị nwee ọṅụ ma ṅụrịakwa na nzọpụta ya.”
10 For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain. But Moab will be trampled in his place as straw is trodden into the dung pile.
Nʼihi na aka Onyenwe anyị ga-adịgide nʼelu ugwu a, ma a ga-azọtọ ndị Moab nʼọnọdụ ha, dịka esi azọda ahịhịa dị nʼokpuru ụkwụ mmadụ.
11 He will spread out his hands within it, as a swimmer spreads his arms to swim. His pride will be brought low, despite the skill of his hands.
Ha ga-agbasa aka ha abụọ nʼime ya, dịka onye na-egwu mmiri si agbasapụ aka ya, ma Chineke ga-eweda mpako ha niile, nʼagbanyeghị ọrụ aghụghọ niile nke aka ha.
12 The high-walled fortress will be brought down, cast to the ground, into the dust.
Ọ ga-akwatu mgbidi gị niile dị elu nke e wusiri ike, mee ka ha daruo ala, ọ ga-eme ka ha daruo ala, ruo mgbe ha ghọrọ uzuzu.
