Isaiah 25
1 O YHWH, You [are] my God, I exalt You, I confess Your Name, For You have done a wonderful thing, Counsels of old, steadfastness, O steadfast One.
| يَا رَبُّ أَنْتَ إِلَهِي، أُعَظِّمُكَ وَأَحْمَدُ اسْمَكَ لأَنَّكَ صَنَعْتَ عَجَائِبَ كُنْتُ قَد قَضَيْتَ بِها مُنْذُ الْقِدَمِ، وَهِيَ حَقٌّ وَصِدْقٌ. | ١ |
2 For You made of a city a heap, Of a fortified city a ruin, A high place of strangers from [being] a city, It is not built for all time.
| حَوَّلْتَ الْمَدِينَةَ إِلَى كَوْمَةِ رِكَامٍ، وَالْقَرْيَةَ الْحَصِينَةَ إِلَى أَطْلالٍ، وَلَنْ يَكُونَ قَصْرُ الْغُرَبَاءِ مَدِينَةً بَعْدُ، وَلَنْ يُبْنَى أَبَداً. | ٢ |
3 Therefore a strong people honors You, A city of the terrible nations fears You.
| لِذَلِكَ يُمَجِّدُكَ شَعْبٌ قَوِيٌّ وَتَخْشَاكَ مُدُنٌ آهِلَةٌ بِأُمَمٍ فَظَّةٍ | ٣ |
4 For You have been a stronghold for the poor, A stronghold for the needy in his distress, A refuge from storm, a shadow from heat, When the spirit of the terrible [is] as a storm—a wall.
| لأَنَّكَ كُنْتَ حِصْناً لِلْبَائِسِ، وَمَلاذاً مَنِيعاً لِلْمِسْكِينِ فِي ضِيقِهِ، وَمَلْجَأً لَهُ مِنَ الْعَاصِفَةِ، وَظِلًّا تَقِيهِ وَهَجَ الْحَرِّ، لأَنَّ نَفْخَةَ العُتَاةِ كَسَيْلٍ يَرْتَطِمُ بِحَائِطٍ. | ٤ |
5 As heat in a dry place, You humble the noise of strangers, [As] heat with the shadow of a thick cloud, The singing of the terrible is humbled.
| تُخْرِسُ ضَجِيجَ الْغُرَبَاءِ كَمَا تُطْفِئُ الْحَرَّ فِي أَرْضٍ جَافَّةٍ وَتُسْكِتُ غِنَاءَ العُتَاةِ كَمَا تُبَرِّدُ الْحَرَّ بِظِلِّ سَحَابَةٍ. | ٥ |
6 And YHWH of Hosts has made, For all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of preserved things, Fat things full of marrow, Preserved things—refined.
| فِي هَذَا الْجَبَلِ، فِي أُورُشَلِيمَ، يُقِيمُ الرَّبُّ الْقَدِيرُ مَأْدُبَةَ مُسَمَّنَاتٍ لِجَمِيعِ الشُّعُوبِ، مَأْدُبَةَ خَمْرٍ صَافِيَةٍ مُعَتَّقَةٍ، مَأْدُبَةَ لُحُومٍ وَأَمْخَاخٍ. | ٦ |
7 And He has swallowed up in this mountain The face of the wrapping that is wrapped over all the peoples, And of the covering that is spread over all the nations.
| وَيُمَزِّقُ فِي هَذَا الْجَبَلِ النِّقَابَ الْمَسْدُولَ عَلَى كُلِّ الشُّعُوبِ، وَالْحِجَابَ الَّذِي يُغَطِّي جَمِيعَ الأُمَمِ، | ٧ |
8 He has swallowed up death in victory, And Lord YHWH has wiped [the] tear from off all faces, And He turns aside the reproach of His people from off all the earth, For YHWH has spoken.
| وَيُبْتَلَعُ الْمَوْتُ إِلَى الأَبَدِ، وَيَمْسَحُ السَّيِّدُ الرَّبُّ الدُّمُوعَ الْمُنْهَمِرَةَ عَلَى الْوجُوهِ، وَيُزِيلُ عَارَ شَعْبِهِ مِنْ كُلِّ الأَرْضِ. هَذَا مَا تَكَلَّمَ بِهِ الرَّبُّ. | ٨ |
9 And [one] has said in that day, “Behold, this [is] our God, We waited for Him, and He saves us, This [is] YHWH, we have waited for Him, We are glad and rejoice in His salvation!”
| وَيَقُولُونَ فِي ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمِ: «هَا هُوَ إِلَهُنَا الَّذِي انْتَظَرْنَاهُ فَخَلَّصَنَا. هَذَا هُوَ الرَّبُّ الَّذِي انْتَظَرْنَاهُ نَبْتَهِجُ وَنَفْرَحُ بِخَلاصِهِ». | ٩ |
10 For the hand of YHWH rests on this mountain, And Moab is trodden down under Him, As straw is trodden down on a dunghill.
| لأَنَّ يَدَ الرَّبِّ تَسْتَقِرُّ عَلَى هَذَا الْجَبَلِ وَيُوْطَأُ مُوآبُ فِي مَكَانِهِ كَمَا يُوْطَأُ التِّبْنُ فِي الطِّينِ. | ١٠ |
11 And He spread out His hands in its midst, As the swimmer spreads out to swim; And He has humbled his excellence With the machinations of his hands.
| وَيَبْسِطُ يَدَيْهِ فِي وَسَطِ مُوآبَ كَمَا يَبْسِطُ السَّابِحُ يَدَيْهِ لِيَسْبَحَ، وَيَخْفِضُ الرَّبُّ مِنْ كِبْرِيَائِهِ وَمِنْ مَكَايِدِ يَدَيْهِ، | ١١ |
12 And the fortress of the high place of your walls He has bowed down—He has made low, He has caused [it] to come to the earth—to dust.
| وَيَهْدِمُ أَسْوَارَهُ الْحَصِينَةَ الشَّامِخَةَ، وَيَخْفِضُهَا حَتَّى تَتَسَاوَى مَعَ التُّرَابِ. | ١٢ |
