Isaiah 17
1 A message about Damascus. Look, Damascus will cease to exist as city. Instead it will become a pile of ruins.
Indro, Damaskosy, dia rava tsy ho tanàna intsony, eny, tonga korontam-bato izy.
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.
Efa lao ny tanànan’ i Aroera ka ho an’ ny andian’ ny ondry aman’ osy, handry ao ireo, ka tsy hisy hanaitaitra azy,
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.
Ary tsy hisy tanàna mimanda intsony any Efraima, na fanjakana ao Damaskosy; Ary izay sisa amin’ i Syria dia hitovy voninahitra amin’ ny Zanak’ Isiraely; Hoy Jehovah, Tompon’ ny maro.
4 At that time the glory of Jacob will fade away; he will lose his strength.
Ary amin’ izany andro izany dia hihena ny voninahitr’ i Jakoba, ary hihena ny hataviny.
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.
Ary ho tahaka ny fanangon’ ny olona ny vary an-tahony amin’ ny fararano izany, ka tangosan’ ny sandriny ny salohim-bary; Eny, ho tahaka ny fanangon’ ny olona salohim-bary eny amin’ ny lohosahan’ ny Refaïta;
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.
Kanefa hisy sisa hotsimponina ihany izy tahaka ny amin’ ny fikapohana ny hazo oliva: Hisy voany roa na telo ao an-tendrony ambony indrindra, efatra na dimy ao amin’ ny rantsan’ ny hazo mahavokatra, hoy Jehovah, Andriamanitry ny Isiraely.
7 At that time people will pay attention to their Creator and look to the Holy One of Israel.
Amin’ izany andro izany dia hanandrandra ny Mpanao azy ny olona, ary ny masony hijery ny Iray Masin’ ny Isiraely,
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.
Fa tsy hanandrandra ny alitara, asan’ ny tànany, intsony izy. Ary ny nataon’ ny rantsan-tànany tsy hahoany, na ny Aseraha, na ny tsangankazo ho an’ ny masoandro.
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.
Amin’ izany andro izany ny tanànany mafy, dia ho tahaka ny tany lao any an’ ala na any an-tampon-tendrombohitra Izay nilaozan’ ny olona teo anoloan’ ny Zanak’ Isiraely, ka dia ho foana ny tany.
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,
Fa nanadino an’ Andriamanitry ny famonjena anao ianao ary tsy nahatsiaro ny vatolampy fiarovana mafy ho anao, ka dia nanao voly mahafinaritra ianao ary zana-boaloboka avy amin’ ny firenena hafa no nambolenao teo;
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.
Tamin’ ny andro nambolenao azy dia nofefenao izy, ary nony maraina dia nampitsimohinao ilay nambolenao; nefa ho vokatra miavosa izany ho amin’ ny andro fangirifiriana sy fanaintainana tsy azo sitranina.
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!
Indrisy ny fihahohahon’ ny firenena maro! Izay mihahohaho tahaka ny feon’ ny ranomasina! Indrisy ny firohondrohon’ ny olona maro be! Tahaka ny firohondrohon’ ny rano manonja ny firohondrohony!
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.
Eny, mirohondrohona tahaka ny firohondrohon’ ny rano be ny firenena; kanefa hotezerana mafy izy, ka dia handositra lavitra ary ho lasa tahaka ny akofa eny an-tendrombohitra, raha paohin’ ny rivotra, sy tahaka ny fakom-bary mitambolimbolina entin’ ny tadio.
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.
Raha hariva ny andro, dia, injao, fampahatahorana; ary raha tsy mbola maraina akory aza, dia tsy ao intsony ireny. Izany no anjaran’ izay mamabo antsika sy tambin’ izay mandroba antsika.
