Isaiah 17

1 The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it has been a heap—a ruin.

Ko e tala mamafa ʻoku kau ki Tamasikusi. “Vakai kuo toʻo atu ʻa Tamasikusi ke ʻoua naʻa kei kolo ia, ka e hoko ia ko e potu tuʻunga fale maumau.

2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken, They are for droves, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.

Kuo liʻaki ʻae ngaahi kolo ʻo ʻAloeli: ʻe ʻoe fanga manu ia, pea te nau tokoto ai, pea ʻe ʻikai ha taha ke fakamanavahēʻi ʻakinautolu.

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!

‌ʻOku pehē ʻe Sihova ʻoe ngaahi kautau, ʻE ngata ʻae kolo ʻi ʻIfalemi, mo e puleʻanga ʻo Tamasikusi, pea mo e toenga kakai ʻo Silia: te nau hangē ko e ongoongolelei ʻoe fānau ʻa ʻIsileli.

4 And it has come to pass in that day, The glory of Jacob waxes poor, And the fatness of his flesh waxes lean.

Pea ʻi he ʻaho ko ia ʻe hoko ʻo pehē, ʻe fakasiʻisiʻi ʻae ongoongolelei ʻo Sēkope, pea ʻe fakaʻaʻau ke tutue ʻae ngako ʻo hono sino.

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,

Pea ʻe hangē ia ko e tānaki ʻe he tangata ututaʻu ʻene koane, pea tuʻusi hono fua ʻaki hono nima; pea ʻe hangē ia ko ia ʻoku tānaki ʻae fua ʻi he teleʻa ʻo Lifeimi.

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!

“Ka e fakatoe ʻi ai ʻae fua ʻoe vaine, ʻo hangē ko e lulululu ʻae ʻakau ko e ʻolive, ko e foʻi fua ʻe ua pe tolu ʻi ʻolunga ʻi he vaʻa taupotu ki ʻolunga, ko e fā pe nima ʻi he ngaahi vaʻa taukakapa ʻo ia ʻoku fua, ʻoku pehē ʻe Sihova ko e ʻOtua ʻo ʻIsileli.

7 In that day man looks to His Maker, Indeed, his eyes look to the Holy One of Israel,

‌ʻI he ʻaho ko ia ʻe hanga hake ʻae tangata ki hono Tupuʻanga, pea ʻe tokanga ʻa hono mata ki he tokotaha māʻoniʻoni ʻo ʻIsileli.

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.

Pea ʻe ʻikai te ne sio ki he ngaahi feilaulauʻanga, ko e ngāue ʻa hono nima, pe tokanga ki he meʻa kuo ngaohi ʻe hono louhiʻi nima, ki he ngaahi vao tapu, pe ko e ngaahi tamapua.

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.

“ʻI he ʻaho ko ia ʻe tatau hono ngaahi kolo mālohi mo ha vaʻa kuo liʻaki, mo ha vaʻa māʻolunga, ʻaia naʻa nau tuku koeʻuhi ko e fānau ʻa ʻIsileli: pea ʻe ʻi ai ʻae fakaʻauha.

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,

Ko e meʻa ʻi hoʻo fakangalongaloʻi ʻae ʻOtua ʻo hoʻo moʻui, pea taʻemanatu ki he maka ʻo ho mālohi, ko ia te ke tō ʻae ngaahi ʻakau toulekeleka, pea tō mo ia ʻae ngaahi ʻakau mei he fonua kehe:

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.

‌ʻI he ʻaho ko ia te ke ngaohi hoʻo ʻakau ke tupu, pea ʻi he pongipongi te ke ngaohi hoʻo tenga ke moʻui: ka e hoko ʻae ututaʻu ko e fokotuʻunga ʻi he ʻaho ʻoe mamahi, ko e mamahi taʻeʻiaihaʻamanaki lelei.

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.

“ʻE malaʻia ʻae fakataha lahi ʻoe kakai tokolahi, ʻoku longoaʻa ʻo hangē ko e ʻuʻulu ʻoe tahi; pea ʻi he feʻohofi ʻoe ngaahi puleʻanga, ʻoku ʻoho ʻo hangē ko e ʻoho ʻoe ngaahi vai lahi ʻaupito!

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.

‌ʻE feʻohofi ʻae ngaahi puleʻanga ʻo hangē ko e ʻoho ʻoe ngaahi vai lahi: ka e lolomi ʻakinautolu[ʻe he ʻOtua], pea te nau hola ki he mamaʻo, pea ʻe tulia ʻakinautolu ʻo hangē ko e mohuku mōmoa ʻoe ngaahi moʻunga ʻoku vilingia ʻi he matangi, pea hangē ko e fisiʻiʻakau ʻi he ʻao ʻoe ʻahiohio.

14 At evening, behold, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!

Pea vakai ko e ongosia ʻi he efiafi poʻuli; pea ʻi he teʻeki hoko ʻae pongipongi kuo ʻikai ia. Ko eni ʻae ʻinasi ʻokinautolu ʻoku fakamālohiʻi ʻakitautolu, mo e ʻinasi ʻokinautolu ʻoku kaihaʻasiʻi ʻakitautolu.”