Isaiah 17
1 A message about Damascus. Look, Damascus will cease to exist as city. Instead it will become a pile of ruins.
Nke a bụ amụma megide Damaskọs, isi obodo Siria. “Lee, Damaskọs agaghị adịkwa! Ọ gaghị abụkwa obodo ọzọ, kama ọ ga-aghọ mkpọmkpọ ebe, nke zedara ezeda.
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.
Ọ dịkwaghị onye ga-ebi nʼime nʼobodo niile nke Aroea, ọ ga-adịrị igwe atụrụ na ehi dị iche iche, ndị ga-amakpu, ọ dịkwaghị onye ga-eme ka egwu tụọ ha nʼebe ahụ.
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.
Ebe e wusiri ike nke Ifrem agaghị adịkwa, ya na ike alaeze nke sị Damaskọs, ndị fọdụrụ nke Aram ga-adị ka ebube nke ndị Izrel,” otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile kwubiri ya.
4 At that time the glory of Jacob will fade away; he will lose his strength.
“Nʼụbọchị ahụ, a ga-eme ka nsọpụrụ Jekọb nwere bụrụ ihe e wedara nʼala. Abụba dịkwa ya nʼahụ ga-atalata.
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.
Ọ ga-adị ka ubi e si nʼime ya wee ihe mkpụrụ site nʼọka guzoro ọtọ, na-achịkọta mkpụrụ nʼogwe aka ha dịka mgbe mmadụ na-atụtụkọta mkpụrụ site nʼigbo ọka nʼime Ndagwurugwu Refaim.
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.
Ma ọ bụ ole na ole nʼime mkpụrụ ahụ ga-afọdụkwa, dịka mgbe a kuchasịrị osisi oliv, hapụ mkpụrụ abụọ maọbụ atọ, nke dị nʼalaka kachasị elu, maọbụ mkpụrụ anọ maọbụ ise a hapụrụ nʼọnụ ọnụ alaka nke ahụ mịrị mkpụrụ.” Otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, Chineke Izrel kwubiri ya.
7 At that time people will pay attention to their Creator and look to the Holy One of Israel.
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, ha ga-echeta onye kere ha, nweekwa nsọpụrụ nʼebe Onye nsọ nke Izrel nọ.
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.
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, ha agaghị elekwasịkwa chi ha dị iche iche anya ka ha nyere ha aka. Ha agakwaghị efe ihe ndị ahụ ha ji aka ha mee. Ha agakwaghị asọpụrụ chi nwanyị ha bụ Ashera, maọbụ ebe ịchụ aja ụda na-esi isi ụtọ nke mkpịsịaka kpụrụ.
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.
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, obodo ha niile e wusiri ike, nke ha hapụrụ nʼihi ndị Izrel, ga-adị ka ebe ahapụrụ ahapụ nye oke ọhịa na ahịhịa nke ọhịa. Ebe niile ga-abụ nnọọ mkpọmkpọ ebe.
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,
Nʼihi na ị chezọla Chineke onye na-azọpụta gị. I chetaghị Nkume ahụ, nke bụ ebe mgbaba gị. Ya mere, ọ masịkwa gị kụọ ihe ọkụkụ dị iche iche nke dị ụtọ, maọbụ manye alaka osisi vaịnị ị si nʼala ọzọ bubata,
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.
ọ bụrụkwa na i mee ka ha too nʼụbọchị ahụ ị kụnyere ha nʼala, maọbụ na ha mara ifuru nʼụtụtụ ụbọchị ahụ ị kụnyere ha nʼala, ị gaghị aghọta mkpụrụ ọ mịrị, nʼihi na ọ bụ naanị ọrịa na ihe mgbu ka ha ga-ewetara gị.
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!
Ahaa, lee ụzụ nke ọtụtụ mmadụ na-eme, nke yiri mkpọtụ oke osimiri. Ọ bụ mkpọtụ nke mba dị iche iche; ha na-eme mkpọtụ dị ka nnugharị nke ọtụtụ osimiri.
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.
Ọ bụ ezie na ha na-agbọ ụja dịka mkpọtụ nke oke osimiri, ma Chineke ga-abara ha mba nke ga-eme ka ha gbaa ọsọ. A ga-achụsa ha dịka ifufe si efesa igbugbo ọka, na dịka mpempe akwụkwọ ifufe siri ike na-ebugharị gburugburu gburugburu.
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.
Nʼanyasị, ha na-eme ka oke egwu dịrị, tutu ruo ụtụtụ, ha adịghịkwa. Nke a bụ ihe nketa dịịrị ndị ahụ na-apụnara anyị ihe anyị nwere nʼike. E, ọ bụ ihe nza ruru ndị ahụ ji ike na-anakọrọ anyị ihe anyị nwere.
