Isaiah 47
1 Descend, sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon! Sit on the ground. There is no throne for the daughter of the Chaldeans. For you shall no longer be called delicate and tender.
In Nyar Babulon Mangili bed piny e buru; bed piny e lowo kionge loch in nyar jo-Babulon. Ok nochak oluongi ni nyako ma dende yom kendo ma jaber.
2 Take a millstone and grind meal. Uncover your shame, bare your shoulder, reveal your legs, cross the streams.
Kawuru nyiponge mondo ureg-go mogo; goluru leso ma uumogo wengeu. Ngʼwanuru lepu mondo ungʼadgo aore.
3 Your disgrace will be revealed, and your shame will be seen. I will seize vengeance, and no man will withstand me.
Dugu biro neno kendo wichkuot maru nonenre e lela. Abiro chulo kuor; kendo onge ngʼama notony.
4 Our Redeemer, the Lord of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Israel.
Jareswa, Jehova Nyasaye Maratego e nyinge, en e Jal Maler mar Israel.
5 Sit in silence, and enter into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans! For you shall no longer be called the noblewoman of kingdoms.
Bed mokuyo kendo ilingʼ thi, in nyar Babulon; nimar ok nochak oluong ni ruoth madhako mar pinje.
6 I was angry with my people. I have polluted my inheritance, and I have given them into your hand. You have not shown mercy to them. You have greatly increased the burden of your yoke upon the elders.
Kane iya owangʼ gi joga to ne ajwangʼogi mi aweyogi ka gima ok gin ogandana awuon; ne achiwogi e lweti, kendo ne ok ikechogi. To bende ne iketo tingʼ mapek nyaka ne joma oti.
7 And you have said: “I will be a noblewoman forever.” You have not set these things upon your heart, and you have not remembered your end.
Ne iwacho niya, Abiro dhi nyime kaka ruoth madhako nyaka chiengʼ! To ne ok iparo gigi maber bende ne ok igo machiemo kuom gik manyalo timore.
8 And now, hear these things, you who are delicate and have confidence, who say in your heart: “I am, and there is no one greater than me. I will not sit as a widow, and I will not know barrenness.”
“Koro lingʼ thi, in ngʼat moowre marach makawore ni nigi ngima mamalo, kendo iwacho e chunyi iwuon ni, ‘An ema antie kendo onge moro ma dirom koda, ok nachal gi dhako ma chwore otho kata nyithinda ok notho.’
9 These two things will suddenly overwhelm you in one day: barrenness and widowhood. All things shall overwhelm you, because of the multitude of your sorceries and because of the great cruelty of your enchantments.
Gik moko ariyogi nochopni, e sa machwok kende e odiechiengʼ achiel: nyithindi notho kendo inibed dhako ma chwore otho. Masichegi duto nochopni, kendo timbe ajuoke gi ris miritorigo ok nokonyi.
10 And you have trusted in your malice, and you have said: “There is no one who sees me.” Your wisdom and your knowledge, these have deceived you. And you have said in your heart: “I am, and beside me there is no other.”
Isegeno kuom timbeni mamono kendo isewacho e chunyi ni, ‘Onge ngʼama nena.’ Ngʼeyoni gi riekoni osewuondi kiwacho e chunyi ni, ‘An kenda ema antie, onge machielo.’
11 Evil will overwhelm you, and you will not notice its rising. And calamity will fall violently over you, and you will not be able to avert it. You will suddenly be overwhelmed by a misery such as you have never known.
Masira biro maki, mi ok ningʼe kaka digole kuomi. Adier kwongʼ nogore kuomi ma ok initieki gi misango, ee chandruok maduongʼ ma ok inyal neno sani biro choponi.
12 Stand with your incantations, and with the multitude of your sorceries, in which you have labored from your youth, as if somehow it might benefit you, or as if it were able to make you stronger.
“Med dhiyo nyime gi timbegi mag jwok kod timbegi mangʼeny mag ajuoke, misebedo kitimo nyaka ia e nyathi; mondo waneane ka digikonyi kata dibwog ji.
13 You have failed in the multitude of your plans! Let the seers stand and save you, those who were contemplating the stars, and figuring the months, so that from these they might announce to you the things to come.
Rieko duto mosengʼadni osemana tieki! Koro we jokorgigo obi, jogo makoro wach dwe ka dwe karango sulwe, weyane giresi e gik mabiro timoreni.
14 Behold, they have become like stubble. Fire has consumed them. They will not free themselves from the power of the flames. These are not coals by which they may be warmed, nor is this a fire which they may sit beside.
Adiera gichalo mana tiangʼ, mach biro wangʼogi duto. Ok ginyal resore kata gin giwegi e teko mar mach. Kaonge makaa kata mach minyalo hoyo.
15 So have all these things, in which you have labored, become to you. Your merchants from your youth, each one has erred in his own way. There is no one who can save you.
Mago duto e gik magi nyalo timoni kuom gik ma isechandorine ka itiyo matek nyaka aa tin-ni. Moro ka moro nokwangʼ, kochiko yore owuon kendo onge ngʼama noresi.”
