Isaiah 17
1 The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it has been a heap—a ruin.
Nkɔmhyɛ a ɛfa Damasko ho: “Hwɛ, Damasko renyɛ kuropɔn bio ɛbɛdan ayɛ nnwiriwii siw.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken, They are for droves, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
Aroer nkuropɔn bɛdan amamfo na wɔagyaw ama nguankuw ama wɔadeda hɔ, a obiara renyi wɔn hu.
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!
Kuropɔn a wɔabɔ ho ban bɛyera wɔ Efraim, adehyetumi nso befi Damasko; Aram nkae bɛyɛ Israelfo anuonyam,” Sɛnea Asafo Awurade se ni.
4 And it has come to pass in that day, The glory of Jacob waxes poor, And the fatness of his flesh waxes lean.
“Da no Yakob anuonyam bɛpa; na ne mu srade bɛsa.
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,
Ɛbɛyɛ sɛnea nnɔbaetwafo twa aburow a egyina afuw so na ɔde ne nsa penpan, sɛ bere a obi redi mpɛpɛwa wɔ Refaim Bon mu.
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!
Nanso mpɛpɛwa no mu bi bɛka, sɛnea wɔwosow ngodua a ɛyɛ no, ɛka aba no abien anaa abiɛsa wɔ atifi mman no so, ne anan anaa anum wɔ mman a ɛso no so,” sɛnea Awurade, Israel Nyankopɔn se ni.
7 In that day man looks to His Maker, Indeed, his eyes look to the Holy One of Israel,
Saa da no, nnipa de wɔn ani bɛto wɔn Yɛfo so na wɔadan wɔn ani ahwɛ Israel Ɔkronkronni no.
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.
Wɔremfa wɔn ho nto afɔremuka a ɛyɛ wɔn nsa ano adwuma no so, na wobebu Asera nnua ne nnuhuam afɔremuka a wɔde wɔn nsateaa ayɛ no animtiaa.
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.
Da no wɔn nkuropɔn a ɛwɔ bammɔ dennen, a Israelfo nti wogyaw hɔ no, bɛyɛ sɛ mmeaemmeae a wɔagyaw ama nnɔtɔ ne nwura. Ne nyinaa bɛda mpan.
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,
Mo werɛ afi Onyankopɔn, mo Agyenkwa, na monkaee Ɔbotan no, mo abandennen no. Enti ɛwɔ mu sɛ mopɛ nnua papa na mudua bobe a moatɔ afi amannɔne,
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.
ɛwɔ mu, da a muduae no, moma enyinii anɔpa a muduae no, moma eguu nhwiren, nanso otwa no renyɛ hwee sɛ ɔyare ne ɔyaw a wontumi nsa.
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.
Nnome nka aman dodow a wohuru so no, wohuru so te sɛ po a ɛrebɔ asorɔkye! Nnome nka nnipa dodow a wɔworo so, wɔworo so sɛ asu akɛse!
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.
Ɛwɔ mu, nnipa dodow woro so te sɛ, asu a ɛresen mmirika so, sɛ ɔka wɔn anim a woguan kɔ akyirikyiri, te sɛ ntɛtɛ a mframa bɔ gu wɔ bepɔw so te sɛ nweatam so nwura a mframaden rebɔ no.
14 At evening, behold, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
Anwummere, wɔbɔ yɛn hu awerɛfiri mu ansa na ade bɛkyɛ no na wɔkɔ dedaw! wɔn a wɔfow yɛn nneɛma, ne wɔn a wɔbɔ yɛn korɔn kyɛfa ni.
