Isaiah 18
1 Behold, land shadowed [with] wings, That [is] beyond the rivers of Cush,
Due, asase a ntaban nnyegyeeɛ wɔ so wɔ Kus nsubɔntene ho,
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.
a ɔsoma ananmusifoɔ a wɔnam ɛpo so a wɔde paparɔs abonto fa nsuo ani. Monkɔ, asomafoɔ ahoɔherɛfoɔ, monkɔ nnipa a wɔwoware na wɔn honam yɛ tromtrom no nkyɛn, nnipa a wɔn ho yɛ hu wɔ mmaa nyinaa, aniɛdenfoɔ ɔman a yɛnte wɔn kasa, na nsubɔntene akyekyɛ nʼasase mu.
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.
Mo ewiasefoɔ nyinaa, mo a motete asase so, sɛ wɔpagya frankaa wɔ bepɔ no so a, mobɛhunu. Sɛ wɔhyɛn totorobɛnto a, mobɛte.
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.
Yei ne deɛ Awurade ka kyerɛ me, “Mɛtena mʼatenaeɛ na mahwɛ biribiara dinn. Mɛyɛ dinn te sɛ owia a ɛrebɔ, te sɛ ɛbɔ a ɛsi wɔ otwa berɛ mu.”
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.
Ɛnnya nnuruu twaberɛ a nhyerɛnne berɛ atwam no, na nhwiren no anyini adane bobe no, wɔde nsɔsɔ bɛtwitwa mman no; wɔbɛtwitwa mman a ɛredendan no akɔ.
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.
Wɔbɛgya wɔn nyinaa ama bepɔ so nnomaa a wɔkum mmoa we, ne wiram mmoa; nnomaa no bɛdi wɔn nam wɔ ahuhuro ɛberɛ mu. Wiram mmoa bɛwe wɔn nam wɔ awɔ berɛ mu.
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!”
Saa ɛberɛ no wɔde akyɛdeɛ bɛbrɛ Asafo Awurade ɛbɛfiri nnipa a wɔwoware na wɔn honam yɛ tromtrom hɔ, nnipa a wɔn ho yɛ hu wɔ mmaa nyinaa, aniɛdenfoɔ ɔman a yɛnte wɔn kasa, na nsubɔntene akyekyɛ nʼasase mu. Wɔde akyɛdeɛ bɛba Sion Bepɔ so, beaeɛ a Asafo Awurade din atim no.
