Isaiah 18

1 Woe to the land, the winged cymbal, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia,

Due asase a ntaban nnyigyei wɔ so wɔ Kus nsubɔnten ho,

2 That sendeth ambassadors by the sea, and in vessels of bulrushes upon the waters. Go, ye swift angels, to a nation rent and torn in pieces: to a terrible people, after which there is no other: to a nation expecting and trodden under foot, whose land the rivers have spoiled.

ɔsoma ananmusifo a wɔnam po so wɔde paparɔso akorow fa nsu ani. Monkɔ, asomafo ahoɔharefo, monkɔ nnipa a wɔwoware na wɔn honam yɛ trontrom, nnipa a wɔn ho yɛ hu wɔ mmaa nyinaa, anuɔdenfo man a yɛnte wɔn kasa, na nsubɔnten akyekyɛ nʼasase mu no nkyɛn.

3 All ye inhabitants of the world, who dwell on the earth, when the sign shall be lifted up on the mountains, you shall see, and you shall hear the sound of the trumpet.

Mo wiasefo nyinaa, mo a motete asase so, sɛ wɔma frankaa so wɔ bepɔw no so a, mubehu sɛ wɔhyɛn torobɛnto a, mobɛte.

4 For thus saith the Lord to me: I will take my rest, and consider in my place, as the noon light is clear, and as a cloud of dew in the day of harvest.

Sɛɛ na Awurade ka kyerɛ me, “Mɛtena mʼatenae, na mahwɛ biribiara dinn. Mɛyɛ dinn te sɛ owia a ɛrebɔ, te sɛ bɔ a esi wɔ otwabere mu.”

5 For before the harvest it was all flourishing, and it shall bud without perfect ripeness, and the sprigs thereof shall be cut off with pruning hooks: and what is left shall be cut away and shaken out.

Ennya nnuu twabere, a nhwiren bere atwam no na nhwiren no anyin adan bobe no, wɔde asosɔw betwitwa mman no, wobetwitwa mman a ɛredennan no akɔ.

6 And they shall be left together to the birds of the mountains, and the beasts of the earth: and the fowls shall be upon them all the summer, and all the beasts of the earth shall winter upon them.

Wobegyaw wɔn nyinaa ama bepɔw so nnomaa a wokum mmoa we ne wuram mmoa; nnomaa no bedi wɔn nam wɔ ahuhuru bere mu. Wuram mmoa bɛwe wɔn nam wɔ awɔw bere mu.

7 At that time shall a present be brought to the Lord of hosts, from a people rent and torn in pieces: from a terrible people, after which there hath been no other: from a nation expecting, expecting and trodden under foot, whose land the rivers have spoiled, to the place of the name of the Lord of hosts, to mount Sion.

Saa bere no, wɔde akyɛde bɛbrɛ Asafo Awurade ebefi nnipa a wɔwoware na wɔn honam yɛ trontrom hɔ, nnipa a wɔn ho yɛ hu wɔ mmaa nyinaa, aniɔdenfo man a yɛnte wɔn kasa, na nsubɔnten akyekyɛ nʼasase mu, wɔde akyɛde bɛba Sion Bepɔw so, faako a Asafo Awurade din atim no.