Isaiah 25
1 Lord, you are my God. I will honor you and praise who you are, because you have done wonderful things that you planned long ago. You are faithful and trustworthy!
Olúwa, ìwọ ni Ọlọ́run mi; èmi yóò gbé ọ ga èmi ó sì fi ìyìn fún orúkọ rẹ nítorí nínú òtítọ́ aláìlẹ́gbẹ́ o ti ṣe ohun ńlá, àwọn ohun tí o ti gbèrò o rẹ̀ lọ́jọ́ pípẹ́.
2 You have turned the city into a pile of rubble; the fortified town is now a ruin; the foreigner palace is gone. It is no longer a city and it will never be rebuilt.
Ìwọ ti sọ ìlú di àkójọ àlàpà, ìlú olódi ti di ààtàn, ìlú olódi fún àwọn àjèjì ni kò sí mọ́; a kì yóò tún un kọ́ mọ́.
3 Because of this powerful nations will honor you; cities of brutal nations will be in awe of you.
Nítorí náà àwọn ènìyàn alágbára yóò bọ̀wọ̀ fún ọ; àwọn ìlú orílẹ̀-èdè aláìláàánú yóò bu ọlá fún ọ.
4 But you have protected the poor and needy when they were in trouble, you shielded them from storms and shaded them from the heat. For the actions of brutal people are like rain beating against a wall,
Ìwọ ti jẹ́ ààbò fún àwọn òtòṣì ààbò fún aláìní nínú ìpọ́njú rẹ̀ ààbò kúrò lọ́wọ́ ìjì bòòji kúrò lọ́wọ́ ooru. Nítorí pé èémí àwọn ìkà dàbí ìjì tí ó bì lu ògiri
5 like heat in a desert. You end the noisy uprising of foreigners. In the same way that a cloud's shadow cools down the heat of the day, so the song sung by brutal people is silenced.
àti gẹ́gẹ́ bí ooru ní aginjù. O mú ìdákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́ bá rògbòdìyàn àwọn àjèjì, gẹ́gẹ́ bí òjìji kurukuru ṣe ń dín ooru kù, bẹ́ẹ̀ gẹ́gẹ́ ni orin àwọn ìkà yóò dákẹ́.
6 On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare a feast for all nations, a lavish feast of aged wines, rich food, and the best meat.
Ní orí òkè yìí ni Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun yóò ti pèsè àsè oúnjẹ àdídùn kan fún gbogbo ènìyàn àpèjẹ ti ọtí wáìnì àtijọ́ ti ẹran tí ó dára jù àti ti ọtí wáìnì tí ó gbámúṣé.
7 On this mountain he will destroy the veil that covers all the nations, the sheet that is over everyone.
Ní orí òkè yìí ni yóò pa aṣọ òkú tí ó ti ń di gbogbo ènìyàn, abala tí ó bo gbogbo orílẹ̀-èdè mọ́lẹ̀,
8 He will destroy death forever. The Lord God will wipe away all tears, and everywhere he will take away the humiliation suffered by his people. The Lord has spoken.
Òun yóò sì gbé ikú mì títí láé. Olúwa Olódùmarè yóò sì nu gbogbo omijé nù, kúrò ní ojú gbogbo wọn, Òun yóò sì mú ẹ̀gàn àwọn ènìyàn rẹ̀ kúrò ní gbogbo ilẹ̀ ayé. Olúwa ni ó ti sọ ọ́.
9 At that time his people will say, “Look! This is our God; we have trusted in him and he has saved us! This is the Lord we have been looking for. Now we can be happy and celebrate the salvation he brings!”
Ní ọjọ́ náà wọn yóò sọ pé, “Nítòótọ́ eléyìí ni Ọlọ́run wa; àwa ní ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé nínú rẹ̀, òun sì gbà wá là. Èyí ni Olúwa, àwa gbẹ́kẹ̀lé e, ẹ jẹ́ kí a yọ̀ kí inú wa sì dùn nínú ìgbàlà rẹ̀.”
10 The Lord's hand of protection will be on this mountain. But the Moabites will be trampled underfoot like straw into the water of a manure pit.
Ọwọ́ Olúwa yóò sinmi lé orí òkè yìí ṣùgbọ́n a ó tẹ Moabu mọ́lẹ̀ lábẹ́ ẹsẹ̀ rẹ̀; gẹ́gẹ́ bí a ti gún koríko mọ́lẹ̀ di ajílẹ̀.
11 They will reach out their hands to try and save themselves, like swimmers using their hands to swim, but their pride will be humbled however much they thrash about.
Wọn yóò na ọwọ́ wọn jáde nínú rẹ̀, gẹ́gẹ́ bí òmùwẹ̀ tí ń na ọwọ́ rẹ̀ jáde láti lúwẹ̀ẹ́. Ọlọ́run yóò mú ìgbéraga wọn wálẹ̀ bó tilẹ̀ jẹ́ pé ìṣeféfé wà ní ọwọ́ wọn.
12 Moab, he will demolish your fortress with the high walls, bringing it down to the ground, into the dust.
Òun yóò sì bi gbogbo ògiri gíga alágbára yín lulẹ̀ wọn yóò sì wà nílẹ̀, Òun yóò sì mú wọn wá si ilẹ̀, àní sí erùpẹ̀ lásán.
