Isaiah 25
1 O Yhwh, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.
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 For thou hast made of a city an heap; of a defenced city a ruin: a palace of strangers to be no city; it shall never be built.
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 Therefore shall the strong people glorify thee, the city of the terrible nations shall fear thee.
Nítorí náà àwọn ènìyàn alágbára yóò bọ̀wọ̀ fún ọ; àwọn ìlú orílẹ̀-èdè aláìláàánú yóò bu ọlá fún ọ.
4 For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the 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 Thou shalt bring down the noise of strangers, as the heat in a dry place; even the heat with the shadow of a cloud: the branch of the terrible ones shall be brought low.
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 And in this mountain shall Yhwh of Armies make unto all people a feast of fat things, a feast of wines on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined.
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 And he will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the vail that is spread over all nations.
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 swallow up death in victory; and the Lord Yhwh will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for Yhwh hath spoken it.
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 And it shall be said in that day, Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, and he will save us: this is Yhwh; we have waited for him, we will be glad and rejoice in his salvation.
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 For in this mountain shall the hand of Yhwh rest, and Moab shall be trodden down under him, even as straw is trodden down for the dunghill.
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 And he shall spread forth his hands in the midst of them, as he that swimmeth spreadeth forth his hands to swim: and he shall bring down their pride together with the spoils of their hands.
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 And the fortress of the high fort of thy walls shall he bring down, lay low, and bring to the ground, even to 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.
