Isaiah 47
1 “Go down and sit in the dust, O Virgin Daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, O Daughter of Chaldea! For you will no longer be called tender or delicate.
“Tsika, ndi kukhala pa fumbi, iwe namwali, Babuloni; khala pansi wopanda mpando waufumu, iwe namwali, Kaldeya pakuti sadzakutchulanso wanthete kapena woyenera kumugwira mosamala.
2 Take millstones and grind flour; remove your veil; strip off your skirt, bare your thigh, and wade through the streams.
Tenga mphero ndipo upere ufa; chotsa nsalu yako yophimba nkhope kwinya chovala chako mpaka ntchafu ndipo woloka mitsinje.
3 Your nakedness will be uncovered and your shame will be exposed. I will take vengeance; I will spare no one.”
Maliseche ako adzakhala poyera ndipo udzachita manyazi. Ndidzabwezera chilango ndipo palibe amene adzandiletse.”
4 Our Redeemer—the LORD of Hosts is His name— is the Holy One of Israel.
Woyerayo wa Israeli ndiye Mpulumutsi wathu, dzina lake ndi Yehova Wamphamvuzonse.
5 “Sit in silence and go into darkness, O Daughter of Chaldea. For you will no longer be called the queen of kingdoms.
“Khala chete, ndipo lowa mu mdima, iwe namwali, Kaldeya; chifukwa sadzakutchulanso mfumukazi ya maufumu.
6 I was angry with My people; I profaned My heritage, and I placed them under your control. You showed them no mercy; even on the elderly you laid a most heavy yoke.
Ndinawakwiyira anthu anga, osawasamalanso. Ndinawapereka manja mwako, ndipo iwe sunawachitire chifundo. Iwe unachitira nkhanza ngakhale nkhalamba.
7 You said, ‘I will be queen forever.’ You did not take these things to heart or consider their outcome.
Iwe unati, ‘Ine ndidzakhalapo nthawi zonse ngati mfumukazi.’ Koma sunaganizire zinthu izi kapena kusinkhasinkha za mmene ziti zidzathere.
8 So now hear this, O lover of luxury who sits securely, who says to herself, ‘I am, and there is none besides me. I will never be a widow or know the loss of children.’
“Ndipo tsopano, tamvera, iwe wongokonda zokondweretsawe, amene ukukhala mosatekesekawe, umaganiza mu mtima mwako kuti, ‘Ine ndi Ine, ndipo kupatula ine palibenso wina. Sindidzakhala konse mkazi wamasiye, ndipo ana anga sadzamwalira.’
9 These two things will overtake you in a moment, in a single day: loss of children, and widowhood. They will come upon you in full measure, in spite of your many sorceries and the potency of your spells.
Koma mʼkamphindi, ndiponso tsiku limodzi, zinthu ziwiri izi zidzakuchitikira: ana ako kukufera komanso kukhala mkazi wamasiye. Zimenezi zidzakuchitikira kwathunthu ngakhale ali ndi amatsenga ambiri ndi mawula amphamvu.
10 You were secure in your wickedness; you said, ‘No one sees me.’ Your wisdom and knowledge led you astray; you told yourself, ‘I am, and there is none besides me.’
Iwe unkadalira kuyipa kwako ndipo unati, ‘Palibe amene akundiona.’ Kuchenjera ndi nzeru zako zidzakusokoneza, choncho ukuganiza mu mtima mwako kuti, ‘Ine ndine basi, ndipo kupatula ine palibenso wina.’
11 But disaster will come upon you; you will not know how to charm it away. A calamity will befall you that you will be unable to ward off. Devastation will happen to you suddenly and unexpectedly.
Ngozi yayikulu idzakugwera ndipo sudzadziwa momwe ungayipewere ndi matsenga ako. Mavuto adzakugwera ndipo sudzatha kuwachotsa; chipasupasu chimene iwe sukuchidziwa chidzakugwera mwadzidzidzi.
12 So take your stand with your spells and with your many sorceries, with which you have wearied yourself from your youth. Perhaps you will succeed; perhaps you will inspire terror!
“Pitiriza tsono kukhala ndi matsenga ako, pamodzi ndi nyanga zako zochulukazo, wakhala ukuzigwiritsa ntchito kuyambira ubwana wako. Mwina udzatha kupambana kapena kuopsezera nazo adani ako.
13 You are wearied by your many counselors; let them come forward now and save you— your astrologers who observe the stars, who monthly predict your fate.
Malangizo onse amene unalandira angokutopetsa basi! Abwere patsogolopa anthu amene amatanthauzira za kumwamba kuti adzakupulumutseni. Abwere amene amayangʼana nyenyezi, ndi kumalosera mwezi ndi mwezi zimene ziti zidzakuchitikire.
14 Surely they are like stubble; the fire will burn them up. They cannot deliver themselves from the power of the flame. There will be no coals to warm them or fire to sit beside.
Ndithudi, anthuwo ali ngati phesi; adzapsa ndi moto. Sangathe kudzipulumutsa okha ku mphamvu ya malawi a moto. Awa si makala a moto woti wina nʼkuwotha; kapena moto woti wina nʼkuwukhalira pafupi.
15 This is what they are to you— those with whom you have labored and traded from youth— each one strays in his own direction; not one of them can save you.
Umu ndi mmene adzachitire amatsenga, anthu amene wakhala ukugwira nawo ntchito ndi kuchita nawo malonda chiyambire cha ubwana wako. Onse adzamwazika ndi mantha, sipadzakhala ndi mmodzi yemwe wokupulumutsa.”
