Isaiah 18
1 Behold, land shadowed [with] wings, That [is] beyond the rivers of Cush,
Ine nhamo nyika yokutinhira kwamapapiro inotevedza nzizi dzeEtiopia,
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.
inotuma nhume nenzira yomugungwa, muzvikepe zvenhokwe pamusoro pemvura. Endai, imi nhume dzinokurumidza, kuvanhu vakareba uye vane ganda rinotsvedzerera, kuvanhu vanotyiwa kure napedyo, rudzi rune hasha nomutauro usinganzwisisiki, rune nyika yakakamurwa nenzizi.
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.
Imi mose muri pasi pose, imi munogara panyika, kana mureza wasimudzwa pamusoro pamakomo, muchauona, uye kana hwamanda yarira, muchainzwa.
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.
Zvanzi naJehovha kwandiri: “Ndicharamba ndinyerere uye ndichatarira ndiri paugaro hwangu, samanyirinyiri omushana unopisa, segore redova mukupisa kwokukohwa.”
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.
Nokuti, kukohwa kusati kwasvika, kana kutungira kwamaruva kwaguma, uye ruva rova muzambiringa woibva, achagura mabukira namapanga okurangura, achatemera pasi uye agorasira kure matavi akatandavara.
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.
Zvose zvichasiyirwa magora omugomo nokuzvikara zvesango; shiri dzichazvidya chirimo chose, uye zvikara zvesango zvichazvidya muchando chose.
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!”
Panguva iyoyo, zvipo zvichavigirwa Jehovha Wamasimba Ose, zvichibva kuvanhu vakareba vane ganda rinotsvedzerera, kubva kuvanhu vanotyiwa kwose kwose, rudzi rune hasha nomutauro usinganzwisisiki, rudzi rune nyika yakakamurwa nenzizi, zvipo zvichauyiswa kuZioni, nzvimbo yeZita raJehovha Wamasimba Ose.
