Isaiah 5
1 Now let me sing for my Beloved, A song of my Beloved as to His vineyard: My beloved has a vineyard in a fruitful hill,
Abiro wero wend ngʼat ma ahero, wer mar puothe mar mzabibu niya: Jal ma ahero ne nigi puoth mzabibu e bath got kama omewo.
2 And He fences it, and casts out its stones, And plants it [with] a choice vine, And builds a tower in its midst, And has also hewn out a winepress in it, And He waits for the yielding of grapes, And it yields bad ones!
Ne opure maber mogolo kite duto manie iye kendo opidhoe olembe mabeyo ahinya moyier. Ne ogero kama otingʼore gi malo mar ngʼicho e chuny puodhono bende noloso kama ibiyoe mzabibu. Eka nomanyo olembe mabeyo to kata kamano neginyago mana olembe maricho.
3 And now, O inhabitant of Jerusalem and man of Judah, Please judge between Me and My vineyard.
“Koro un joma odak Jerusalem to gi jogo modak Juda; ngʼadieuru bura e kinda kod puotha mar mzabibu.
4 What [is there] to do still to My vineyard, That I have not done in it? For what reason have I waited for the yielding of grapes, And it yields [only] bad ones?
Angʼo machielo mane onego otim e puotha mar mzabibu maloyo mano mane atimone? Kane adwaro olembe mabeyo to angʼo mane omiyo onyago mana mago maricho?
5 And now, pray, let Me cause you to know, That which I am doing to My vineyard, To turn its hedge aside, And it has been for consumption, To break down its wall, And it has been for a treading-place.
Koro abiro nyisou gima abiro timo ne puotha mar mzabibu: Abiro golo chiende oko, kendo ibiro kethe, abiro muko ohingane kendo nonyone piny.
6 And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And brier and thorn have gone up, And I lay a charge on the thick clouds, From raining on it rain.
Bende anaweye kojwangʼore ma ok olose kata doye kendo ongʼono, kod kuthe ema nodongie. Abiro chiko boche polo mondo kik koth ochwene.”
7 Because the vineyard of YHWH of Hosts [Is] the house of Israel, And the man of Judah His pleasant plant, And He waits for judgment, and behold, oppression, For righteousness, and behold, a cry.
Puoth mzabibu mar Jehova Nyasaye Maratego en od jo-Israel, kod jo-Juda e puodho mamiye mor. Osedwaro mondo ngʼado bura makare obedie, to oneno mana nek kendo osedwaro mondo one tim makare, to owinjo mana ywak mar lit.
8 Woe [to] those joining house to house, They bring field near to field, Until there is no place, And you have been settled by yourselves In the midst of the land!
Unune malit, un joma mayo ji utegi ma gisegero kendo umayo ji puothegi, maonge kama odongʼ ma udongʼ ka udak kendu e pinyno.
9 Do many houses not become a desolation by the weapons of YHWH of Hosts? Great and good without inhabitant!
Jehova Nyasaye Maratego osewacho ayanga ka awinjo ni: “Kata kamano ute madongo biro dongʼ gunda, kendo ute madongo moger mabeyo biro dongʼ maonge joma odakie.
10 For ten acres of vineyard yield one bath, And a homer of seed yields an ephah.
Heka apar mar mzabibu nogol mana olemo karaya achiel kende, kendo kodhi moromo gorogoro nonyag cham maromo debe kende.”
11 Woe [to] those rising early in the morning, They pursue strong drink! Lingering in twilight, wine inflames them!
Unune malit un joma chiewo gokinyi kulawo kuonde kongʼo, un ma ubudho kuneno nyaka chuny otieno ka umer maonge rieko.
12 And harp, and stringed instrument, tambourine, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And they do not behold the work of YHWH, Indeed, they have not seen the work of His hands.
Gitimo nyasigi gi kongʼo, gi nyatiti, gi orutu, gi oyieke kod asili, to ok gidewo gik ma Jehova Nyasaye osetimo bende ok giluoro tij lwete.
13 Therefore my people removed without knowledge, And its honorable ones are famished, And its multitude dried up of thirst.
Omiyo koro joga biro dhi e twech nikech bedo maonge winjo; jotendgi kech biro nego, Kendo oganda modongʼ to riyo ema biro nego.
14 Therefore Sheol has enlarged herself, And has opened her mouth without limit. And its honor has gone down, and its multitude, And its noise, and its exulting one—into her. (Sheol h7585)
Kuom mano piny joma otho ongʼamo dhoge malach ka dande oyawore malich; kendo enomuony jotelo kod oganda mamoko e kinde ma gikokee gi mor. (Sheol h7585)
15 And the low is bowed down, and the high humbled, And the eyes of the haughty become low,
Omiyo dhano nodwok piny kendo ogendini duto nogol tekogi, kendo timbe jonjore notieki.
16 And YHWH of Hosts is high in judgment, And the Holy God sanctified in righteousness,
To Jehova Nyasaye Maratego notingʼ malo gi timne makare, kendo Nyasaye maler nonyis lerne gi timne makare.
17 And lambs have fed according to their leading, And sojourners consume wastelands of the fat ones.
Eka rombe nokwa e legegi giwegi; to nyirombe nokwa e gundni mane mag jomoko.
18 Woe [to] those drawing out iniquity with cords of vanity, And as [with] thick ropes of the cart—sin.
Unune malit un joma osiko katimo richo ka umede gi miriambo, kod timbe anjawo,
19 Who are saying, “Let Him hurry, Let Him hurry His work, that we may see, And let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel Draw near and come, and we know.”
kod joma wacho ni joga niya, “Nyasaye mondo oreti, kendo otim gima odwaro timo, mondo wanene. We gima Jal Maler mar Israel dwaro timo otimre mondo wangʼeye.”
20 Woe [to] those saying to evil “good,” and to good “evil,” Putting darkness for light, and light for darkness, Putting bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter.
Mano kaka nobed malit ne joma luongo tim mamono ni ber to tim maber ni rach; jogo maketo mudho kar ler to kar ler gikete mudho, joma keto gik makech kar mamit to mamit giketo kar makech.
21 Woe [to] the wise in their own eyes, And—before their own faces—intelligent!
Mano kaka nobed malit ne jogo mariek e wengegi giwegi kendo kwano ni ongʼeyo gik moko duto.
22 Woe [to] the mighty to drink wine, And men of strength to mingle strong drink.
Mano kaka nobed malit ne thuondi mag madho kongʼo kendo molony e ruwo kongʼo makech.
23 Declaring righteous the wicked for a bribe, And the righteousness of the righteous They turn aside from him.
Un ma uweyo joketho nikech asoya, to joma onge ketho ema utamo e adiera margi.
24 Therefore, as a tongue of fire devours stubble, And flaming hay falls, Their root is as muck, And their flower goes up as dust. Because they have rejected the Law of YHWH of Hosts, And despised the saying of the Holy One of Israel.
Kuom mano kaka lew mach wangʼo yugi kendo kaka lum motwo lal nono e mach, e kaka tiendgi notow bende maua mawuok e itgi nolwar mana ka buru, nikech gisedagi chik mar Jehova Nyasaye Maratego kendo chayo wach Jal Maler mar Israel.
25 Therefore the anger of YHWH has burned among His people, And He stretches out His hand against it, And strikes it, and the mountains tremble, And their carcass is as filth in the midst of the out-places. With all this His anger did not turn back, And still His hand is stretched out!
Kuom mano Jehova Nyasaye osekecho gi joge; kendo oserieyo bade kuomgi monegogi. Gode yiengni kendo ringre joma otho odhurore e wangʼ yore ka yugi. To kata bed ni magi duto osetimore, to mirimbe pod ok okwe, nimar pod okecho kodgi.
26 And He lifted up an ensign to the far-off nations, And hissed to it from the end of the earth, And behold, with haste, it comes swiftly.
Otingʼo bandera malo ne ogendini moa mabor, kendo ogoyo tungʼ koluongo jogo moa e tunge piny. Gibiro mapiyo piyo ka giringo matek.
27 There is none weary, nor stumbling in it, It does not slumber, nor sleep, Nor has the girdle of its loins been opened, Nor the strap of its sandals drawn away.
Onge kata mana ngʼato achiel kuomgi ma ol kata machwanyore, bende onge kata ngʼato achiel kuomgi ma nindo tero, bende onge moro ma okanda ombekni e nungone kata ma tond wuochene ochot.
28 Whose arrows [are] sharp, and all its bows bent, Hooves of its horses have been reckoned as flint, And its wheels as a windstorm!
Asernigi bith bende atungegi duto oywa motegno, kendo faresegi ombongʼ tiendgi ojingʼ, tiend gechegi winyore ka kalausi.
29 Its roaring [is] like a lioness, It roars like young lions, And it howls, and seizes prey, And carries away safely, and there is none delivering.
Giruto ka sibuor kendo gingʼur ka sibuoche matindo, bende gimor ka gidwaro mako le, mi gitingʼ-gi e dhogi maonge ngʼama nyalo resogi.
30 And it howls against it in that day as the howling of a sea, And it has looked attentively to the land, And behold, darkness—distress, And light has been darkened by its abundance!
Odiechiengno ginirut kuome mana ka mor mar ataro. Kendo ka ngʼato ongʼiyo pinyno to none mudho gi kuyo; kata mana ler mar chiengʼ boche polo noum.
