Isaiah 17
1 A message about Damascus. Look, Damascus will cease to exist as city. Instead it will become a pile of ruins.
| نُبُوءَةٌ بِشَأْنِ دِمَشْقَ: «انْظُرُوا هَا دِمَشْقُ تَنْقَرِضُ مِنْ بَيْنِ الْمُدُنِ وَتُصْبِحُ كَوْمَةَ أَنْقَاضٍ. | ١ |
2 The towns of Aroer will be abandoned. Flocks will live in the streets and rest there, because there won't be anyone to chase them away.
| تُهْجَرُ مُدُنُ عَرُوعِيرَ، وَتُصْبِحُ مَرَاعِيَ لِلْقُطْعَانِ، تَرْبِضُ فِيهَا وَلا أَحَدَ يُخِيفُهَا | ٢ |
3 The fortified city will disappear from Ephraim, Damascus will no longer be a kingdom, and those that are left of the Arameans will be like the lost glory of Israel, declares the Lord Almighty.
| تَزُولُ الْمَدِينَةُ الْمُحَصَّنَةُ مِنْ أَفْرَايِمَ، وَالْمُلْكُ مِنْ دِمَشْقَ، وَتُصْبِحُ بَقِيَّةُ أَرَامَ مُمَاثِلَةً لِمَجْدِ أَبْنَاءِ إِسْرَائِيلَ الزَّائِلِ، هَذَا مَا يَقُولُهُ الرَّبُّ الْقَدِيرُ. | ٣ |
4 At that time the glory of Jacob will fade away; he will lose his strength.
| فِي ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمِ يَخْبُو مَجْدُ يَعْقُوبَ وَتَذُوبُ سَمَانَةُ بَدَنِهِ، | ٤ |
5 It will look as empty as fields after reapers have harvested the grain, gathering up the grain in their arms. It will be like when people pick the heads of grain in the Valley of Rephaim.
| فَتُصْبِحُ جَرْدَاءَ كَحَقْلٍ جَمَعَ الْحَصَّادُونَ زَرْعَهُ، أَوْ حَصَدَتْ ذِرَاعُهُ السَّنَابِلَ، أَوْ كَرَجُلٍ يَلْتَقِطُ السَّنَابِلَ فِي وَادِي رَفَايِمَ. | ٥ |
6 Yet there will be some left behind, like an olive tree that has been shaken—two or three ripe olives are left at the top of the tree, four or five on its lower branches, declares the Lord, the God of Israel.
| وَمَعَ ذَلِكَ تَبْقَى فِيهِ خُصَاصَةٌ، كَزَيْتُونَةٍ نُفِضَتْ حَبَّاتُهَا، فَتَسَاقَطَتْ إِلّا حَبَّتَيْنِ أَوْ ثَلاثاً ظَلَّتْ فِي رَأْسِ أَعْلَى غُصْنٍ، أَوْ أَرْبَعَ أَوْ خَمْسَ حَبَّاتٍ فِي الأَفْنَانِ الْمُثْمِرَةِ، هَذَا مَا يَقُولُهُ الرَّبُّ الْقَدِيرُ. | ٦ |
7 At that time people will pay attention to their Creator and look to the Holy One of Israel.
| فِي ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمِ يَرْنُو النَّاسُ إِلَى صَانِعِهِمْ وَيَلْتَفِتُونَ بِعُيُونِهِمْ إِلَى قُدُّوسِ إِسْرَائِيلَ، | ٧ |
8 They won't believe in the altars they built and the idols they made; they will not look to the Asherah poles or the altars of incense.
| وَلا يَلْتَفِتُونَ إِلَى الْمَذَابِحِ الَّتِي صَنَعَتْهَا أَيْدِيهِمْ، وَلا يَنْظُرُونَ إِلَى تَمَاثِيلِ السَّوَارِي وَالشُّمُوسِ، وَلا إِلَى مَذَابِحِ الْبَخُورِ صَنْعَةِ أَصَابِعِهِمْ. | ٨ |
9 At that time their fortified cities will be like places left to be taken over by bushes and trees, just as they were previously abandoned when the Israelites invaded. The country will become completely desolate.
| فِي ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمِ تُصْبِحُ مُدُنُهُمُ الْمَنِيعَةُ مُقْفِرَةً كَمُدُنِ الْحِثِّيِّينَ وَالأَمُورِيِّينَ الَّتيِ هَجَرُوهَا هَرَباً مِنَ الإِسْرَائِيلِيِّينَ فَأَصْبَحَتْ خَرَاباً. | ٩ |
10 You have forgotten the God who saves you; you have not remembered the Rock who protects you. So, even though you plant beautiful plants and grow exotic vines,
| لأَنَّكُمْ قَدْ نَسِيتُمْ إِلَهَ خَلاصِكُمْ، وَلَمْ تَذْكُرُوا صَخْرَةَ عِزِّكُمْ. لِذَلِكَ وَإِنْ كُنْتُمْ تَزْرَعُونَ غَرْساً مُبْهِجاً وَتَغْرِسُونَ زَرْعاً غَرِيباً، | ١٠ |
11 even though you make them grow on the day that you plant them, and have them blossom in the morning that you sow them, your harvest will heap of trouble on a day of grief and pain that cannot be cured.
| وَإِنْ كُنْتُمْ يَوْمَ تَغْرِسُونَهُ تُنَمُّونَهُ، وَفِي الصَّبَاحِ عِنْدَمَا تَزْرَعُونَهُ تَجْعَلُونَهُ يُزْهِرُ، فَإِنَّ الْحَصِيدَ لَا يَكُونُ مُنْتِجاً فِي يَوْمِ الضَّرْبَةِ الْمُهْلِكَةِ الَّتِي لَا بُرْءَ مِنْهَا. | ١١ |
12 Disaster is coming to the many nations that growl, growling like the raging sea! Disaster is coming to the peoples who roar, roaring like thundering waters!
| يَالَجَلَبَةِ شُعُوبٍ كَثِيرَةٍ يَضِجُّونَ كَبَحْرٍ عَجَّاجٍ! يَالَصَخَبِ الأُمَمِ! فَإِنَّهُمْ يَصْخَبُونَ كَعَجِيجِ لُجَجٍ غَامِرَةٍ. | ١٢ |
13 The nations roar like the roaring of crashing waves. But he confronts them, and they run far away, blown by the wind like chaff on the mountains, like tumbleweeds driven by a storm.
| أُمَمٌ تَهْدِرُ كَهَدِيرِ الْمِيَاهِ، وَلَكِنْ حَالَمَا يَزْجُرُهَا الرَّبُّ تَهْرُبُ بَعِيداً، وَتَتَطَايَرُ كَمَا تَتَطَايَرُ عُصَافَةُ الْجِبَالِ أَمَامَ الرِّيحِ، أَوْ كَالْهَبَاءِ أَمَامَ الْعَاصِفَةِ. | ١٣ |
14 Sudden terror comes in the evening! By morning, they're gone! This is what happens to those who loot us, the fate of those who plunder us.
| فِي الْمَسَاءِ يَطْغَى عَلَيْهِمْ رُعْبٌ، وَفِي الصَّبَاحِ يَتَلاشَوْنَ. هَذَا هُوَ نَصِيبُ نَاهِبِينَا وَحَظُّ سَالِبِينَا. | ١٤ |
