Isaiah 17
1 The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it has been a heap—a ruin.
Ma e wach mane okor kuom Damaski: “Neuru, Damaski ok nochak obed dala maduongʼ, to obiro bedo pidhe mag gik mokethi.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken, They are for droves, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
Mier madongo mag Aroer nodongʼ gunda nodongʼ kar nindo jamni kendo onge ngʼama nobwog-gi.
3 And the fortress has ceased from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the glory of the sons of Israel, A declaration of YHWH of Hosts!
Dala maduongʼ mochiel nolal nono koa Efraim nyaka kom loch man Damaski; jo-Aram manok modongʼ tekogi norum mana kaka mar jo-Israel norumo,” Jehova Nyasaye Maratego ema owacho.
4 And it has come to pass in that day, The glory of Jacob waxes poor, And the fatness of his flesh waxes lean.
“E kindeno duongʼ mar Jakobo nolal; kendo nodok manok.
5 And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the standing grain by the reaper, And his arm reaps the ears, And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the ears in the Valley of Rephaim,
Nochal mana ka jakeyo mabeto cham choko kamoro achiel bangʼe okayogi gi lwete mana kaka jahulo, hulo cham e Holo mar Refaim.
6 And gleanings have been left in him, As the surrounding of an olive, Two—three berries on the top of a branch, Four—five on the fruitful boughs, A declaration of YHWH, God of Israel!
Kaka cham dongʼ e puodho bangʼ hulo, e kaka olembe mag zeituni nodongʼ e yath kosepon, olembe ariyo kata adek nyalo dongʼ ewi bede yath mamalo kendo olembe angʼwen kata abich nyalo dongʼ e bedene monyaa,” Jehova Nyasaye ma Nyasach Israel ema owacho.
7 In that day man looks to His Maker, Indeed, his eyes look to the Holy One of Israel,
E kindeno ji nongʼi Jachwechgi kendo gichom wengegi kuom Jal Maler mar Israel.
8 And he does not look to the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made, He does not see—the Asherim and the images.
Ok gini ngʼi kende mag misango, kata kuom tije mag lwetgi, kendo ok ginibed gi luor ne sirni mag Ashera kata ne kende miwangʼoe ubani ma lwetgi oloso.
9 In that day the cities of his strength are As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It has also been a desolation.
E kindeno miechgi madongo mochiel motegno, mane giweyo nikech jo-Israel, biro chalo gi kuonde mojwangʼ motimo bunge kod buya kendo giduto ginidongʼ gunda.
10 Because you have forgotten the God of your salvation, And have not remembered the Rock of your strength, Therefore you plant plants of pleasantness, And sow it with a strange shoot,
Wiyi osewil gi Nyasachi ma jaresni; adier ok iseparo Lwanda ma en ohingani. Kuom mano kata ka ipidho cham mabeyo kendo ipidho mzabibu migolo e pinje ma oko,
11 You cause your plant to become great in the day, And make your seed to flourish in the morning, The harvest [is] a heap in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
kata obedo ni chiengʼ mipidhogieno ema gidongoe kendo okinyi ma ipidhogieno ema gichiewoe, onge gima niyudi to makmana chandruok kod rem ma ok rum.
12 Woe [to] the multitude of many peoples, They sound as the sounding of seas; And the roaring of nations, As the roaring of mighty waters [that] make a crashing.
Yaye, winjuru mahu mar ogendini mangʼeny, giwuo mana ka apaka mar nam! Yaye, winjuru koko mar ji, ka gimor mana ka apaka mar nam!
13 Nations crash as the roaring of many waters, And He rebuked them, And they fled far off, And were pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a windstorm.
Kata obedo ni gimor mana ka pi mogingore, to ka akwerogi to giniring ma gidhi mabor, mana machal gi mihudhwe mipiedho e gode ma yamo tero, kata ka yamo mar kalausi.
14 At evening, behold, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
Kochopo odhiambo, kibaji nogogi apoya nono! To kapok piny oru, to ginilal nono! Ma e pok mar joma mayowa, kendo en e pok mar joma yakowa.
