Isaiah 18
1 Behold, land shadowed [with] wings, That [is] beyond the rivers of Cush,
Anunae Kusah tuiva rhalvangan kah tungrhit phae khohmuen aih.
2 That is sending ambassadors by sea, Even with implements of reed on the face of the waters—Go, swift messengers, To a nation drawn out and peeled, To a people fearful from its beginning and onward, A nation meeting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled.
Laipai rhoek te tuipuei longkah tui soah paan neh aka tueih. Puencawn aw, namtom aka cangdoek taeng neh a sa aka thool pilnam taengah khaw, he lamkah neh ke due aka rhih khaw, namtom a than a than neh, tilnoinah neh a khohmuen tuiva aka boe taengah yanghoep la cet laeh.
3 All you inhabitants of the world, And you dwellers of earth, At the lifting up of an ensign on hills you look, And at the blowing of a horn you hear.
Lunglai dongkah aka om boeih neh diklai khosa rhoek loh tlang kah rholik a tai vaengah na hmuh uh vetih tuki a ueng vaengah na yaak uh bitni.
4 For thus said YHWH to me: “I rest, and I look on My settled place, As a clear heat on an herb. As a thick cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.
Te dongah BOEIPA loh kai taengah, “Ka mong, ka mong vetih ka ngol hmuen lamkah loh kam paelki ni. Khosae phuk vaengkah kholing bangla, cangah kholing vaengkah khomai buemtui bangla om ni.
5 For before harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then [One] has cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches He has turned aside, cut down.
Cangah tomlael daengla boeih a pailum dongah thaihkang khaw a hmin la poeh. Rhaipai neh a dawn te vin neh a baih ni. A baek te khaw a hlaek vetih a saih ni.
6 They are left together to the ravenous bird of the mountains, And to the beast of the earth, And the ravenous bird has summered on them, And every beast of the earth winters on them.
Tlang kah vatlung ham neh lan kah rhamsa ham rhenten a hnoo pa uh ni. Anih te vatlung loh a poelyoe vetih diklai rhamsa boeih a loh soek ni.
7 At that time a present is brought to YHWH of Hosts, A nation drawn out and peeled. Even of a people fearful from the beginning until now, A nation meting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled, To the place of the Name of YHWH of Hosts—Mount Zion!”
Te tue vaengah tah caempuei BOEIPA taengah kutdoe a khuen ni. Aka cangdoek neh a sa aka thool pilnam neh heben hebang lamkah aka rhih pilnam, a than a than kah namtu, tilnoinah neh a khohmuen tuiva aka boe rhoek te caempuei BOEIPA kah a ming phuk hmuen Zion tlang la cet uh ni.
