Isaiah 18

1 Woe to the land with spreading wings, which is beyond the rivers of Cush,

Due asase a ntaban nnyigyei wɔ so wɔ Kus nsubɔnten ho,

2 That sendeth on the sea ambassadors, and in vessels of bulrushes messengers over the face of the waters. Go, ye swift messengers, to a nation pulled and torn, to a people terrible from their beginning and onward; a nation meted out and trodden down, whose land the rivers have spoiled!

ɔsoma ananmusifo a wɔnam po so wɔde paparɔso akorow fa nsu ani. Monkɔ, asomafo ahoɔharefo, monkɔ nnipa a wɔwoware na wɔn honam yɛ trontrom, nnipa a wɔn ho yɛ hu wɔ mmaa nyinaa, anuɔdenfo man a yɛnte wɔn kasa, na nsubɔnten akyekyɛ nʼasase mu no nkyɛn.

3 All ye inhabitants of the world, and dwellers on the earth, when the ensign is lifted up on the mountains, see ye; and when the cornet is blown, hear ye.

Mo wiasefo nyinaa, mo a motete asase so, sɛ wɔma frankaa so wɔ bepɔw no so a, mubehu sɛ wɔhyɛn torobɛnto a, mobɛte.

4 For so hath said the Lord unto me, I will take my rest, and I will look down on my dwelling-place like a clear heat upon herbs, and like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.

Sɛɛ na Awurade ka kyerɛ me, “Mɛtena mʼatenae, na mahwɛ biribiara dinn. Mɛyɛ dinn te sɛ owia a ɛrebɔ, te sɛ bɔ a esi wɔ otwabere mu.”

5 For before the harvest, when the blossom is past, and the flower becometh a ripening grape, will he both cut off the tendrils with pruning-knives, and the sprigs will he remove and cut down.

Ennya nnuu twabere, a nhwiren bere atwam no na nhwiren no anyin adan bobe no, wɔde asosɔw betwitwa mman no, wobetwitwa mman a ɛredennan no akɔ.

6 They shall be left together unto the birds of prey of the mountains, and to the beasts of the earth: and the birds of prey shall summer upon them, and all the beasts of the earth shall winter upon them.

Wobegyaw wɔn nyinaa ama bepɔw so nnomaa a wokum mmoa we ne wuram mmoa; nnomaa no bedi wɔn nam wɔ ahuhuru bere mu. Wuram mmoa bɛwe wɔn nam wɔ awɔw bere mu.

7 At that time shall be brought as a present unto the Lord of hosts a people pulled and torn, and a people terrible from their beginning and onward; a nation meted out and trodden under foot, whose land the rivers have spoiled, to the place of the name of the Lord of hosts, the mount Zion.

Saa bere no, wɔde akyɛde bɛbrɛ Asafo Awurade ebefi nnipa a wɔwoware na wɔn honam yɛ trontrom hɔ, nnipa a wɔn ho yɛ hu wɔ mmaa nyinaa, aniɔdenfo man a yɛnte wɔn kasa, na nsubɔnten akyekyɛ nʼasase mu, wɔde akyɛde bɛba Sion Bepɔw so, faako a Asafo Awurade din atim no.