Isaiah 25
1 O Lord, thou art my God, I will exalt thee, and give glory to thy name: for thou hast done wonderful things, thy designs of old faithful, amen.
Wee Jehova-rĩ, Wee nĩwe Ngai wakwa; nĩngũgũtũũgĩria na ngooce rĩĩtwa rĩaku, nĩgũkorwo nĩwĩkĩte maũndũ ma magegania, na maũndũ marĩa maabangĩtwo kuuma o tene, ũkamahingia na wĩhokeku waku mũkinyanĩru.
2 For thou hast reduced the city to a heap, the strong city to ruin, the house of strangers, to be no city, and to be no more built up for ever.
Nĩũtũmĩte itũũra rĩrĩa inene rĩtuĩke hĩba ya mahiga, itũũra rĩu rĩirigĩre na hinya ũgatũma rĩanangwo, itũũra inene rĩrĩa rĩarĩ kĩĩhitho kĩa andũ a kũngĩ, ti itũũra rĩngĩ, na rĩtigaakwo rĩngĩ.
3 Therefore shall a strong people praise thee, the city of mighty nations shall fear thee.
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio andũ arĩa marĩ hinya nĩmagagũtĩĩa, namo matũũra manene ma ndũrĩrĩ iria itarĩ tha magwĩtigĩre.
4 Because thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress: a refuge from the whirlwind, a shadow from the heat. For the blast of the mighty is like a whirlwind beating against a wall.
Wee ũkoretwo ũrĩ rĩũrĩro rĩa athĩĩni, na rĩũrĩro rĩa abatari hĩndĩ ya mĩnyamaro yao, handũ ha kũũrĩra hĩndĩ ya kĩhuhũkanio, o na ta kĩĩruru gĩa kwĩyũa riũa. Nĩgũkorwo mĩhũmũ ya arĩa matarĩ tha ĩhaana kĩhuhũkanio kĩrĩa kĩgũthaga rũthingo na nditi,
5 Thou shalt bring down the tumult of strangers, as heat in thirst: and as with heat under a burning cloud, thou shalt make the branch of the mighty to wither away.
ningĩ ĩhaana ta ũrugarĩ wa werũ-inĩ. Wee nĩwe ũkiragia ngũĩ ya andũ a kũngĩ o ta ũrĩa ũrugarĩ ũnyiihagio nĩ kĩĩruru gĩa itu, na nĩ ũndũ ũcio rwĩmbo rwa acio matarĩ tha nĩrũtigĩte kũinwo.
6 And the Lord of hosts shall make unto all people in this mountain, a feast of fat things, a feast of wine, of fat things full of marrow, of wine purified from the lees.
Kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩkĩ nĩkuo Jehova Mwene-Hinya-Wothe akaarugithĩria andũ othe iruga rĩa irio iria njega mũno, na iruga rĩa ndibei ĩrĩa njega mũno: iruga rĩa nyama iria njega mũno, o na ndibei ĩrĩa njega mũno makĩria.
7 And he shall destroy in this mountain the face of the bond with which all people were tied, and the web that he began over all nations.
Kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩkĩ nĩkĩo akaanangĩra taama ũrĩa wohanĩtie andũ othe, na cuka ũrĩa ũhumbĩrĩte ndũrĩrĩ ciothe;
8 He shall cast death down headlong for ever: and the Lord God shall wipe away tears from every face, and the reproach of his people he shall take away from off the whole earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.
gĩkuũ nĩkũniinwo gĩkaaniinwo nginya tene. Ningĩ Mwathani Jehova nĩakagiria maithori, kuuma mothiũ mothe, na rũmena rũrĩa andũ ake mamenetwo na ruo arũniine, rũthire thĩ yothe. Jehova nĩwe warĩtie ũhoro ũcio.
9 And they shall say in that day: Lo, this is our God, we have waited for him, and he will save us: this is the Lord, we have patiently waited for him, we shall rejoice and be joyfull in his salvation.
Mũthenya ũcio nĩmakoiga atĩrĩ, “Ti-itherũ ũyũ nĩwe Ngai witũ; nĩwe twehokire, nake agĩtũhonokia, ũyũ nĩwe Jehova, nĩwe twehokire; nĩtũkene na tũcanjamũke nĩ ũndũ wa ũhonokio wake.”
10 For the hand of the Lord shall rest in this mountain: and Moab shall be trodden down under him, as straw is broken in pieces with the wain.
Nĩgũkorwo guoko kwa Jehova gũgaikaraga kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩkĩ; no Moabi gũkaarangĩrĩrio rungu rwake, o ta ũrĩa nyeki nyũmũ ĩrangagĩrĩrio thumu-inĩ.
11 And he shall stretch forth his hands under him, as he that swimmeth stretcheth forth his hands to swim: and he shall bring down his glory with the dashing of his hands.
Magaatambũrũkĩria moko mao kuo, o ta ũrĩa mũthambĩri atambũrũkagia moko agĩĩthambĩra. Ngai nĩwe ũkaaharũrũkia mwĩtĩĩo wao, o na marĩ na wara wa wĩra ũrĩa marutaga na moko mao.
12 And the bulwarks of thy high walls shall fall, and be brought low, and shall be pulled down to the ground, even to the dust.
Nĩakamomora thingo cianyu iria ndaihu ciakĩtwo na hinya, acigũithie thĩ; agaacimomora igwe thĩ, o rũkũngũ-inĩ.
