Isaiah 57
1 The righteous perishes, and no man lays it to heart; and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil.
Mimosao o vantañeo fe tsy haoñe’ ty arofo’ ondaty; rambeseñ’ añe o matarikeo, fe tsy eo ty mitsakore t’ie nampiengañe amy raty ho aviy.
2 He enters into peace; they rest in their beds, each one who walks in his uprightness.
Mimoak’ am-pierañerañañe ao re, mitofa am-pandrea’e eo iereo, o mpañavelo an-kahiti’eo.
3 "But draw near here, you sons of the sorceress, offspring of an adulterer and a prostitute.
Fe miharinea ry anam-pamoreke, ry tirim-pañarapilo naho tsimirirane.
4 Against whom are you mocking? Against whom do you make a wide mouth, and stick out your tongue? Aren't you children of rebellion, offspring of liars,
Ia ty solè’ areo? Ia ty ampivañavañà’ areo vava, naho ibolobeaha’ areo? Tsy anam-piolàñe hao ry tirim-pandañirañeo?
5 you who inflame yourselves among the oaks, under every green tree; who kill the children in the valleys, under the clefts of the rocks?
Inahareo mpañiri-mena ambane’ kileo ambane ze hatae mandrevakeo; o mpamono ajaja am-bavataneo, ambane’ o tevam-batoo.
6 Among the smooth stones of the valley is your portion; they, they are your lot; you have even poured a drink offering to them. You have offered an offering. Shall I be appeased for these things?
Amo vato nivañeñe an-goledoñ’ ao ty anjara’o, mañeva azo izay, mbore nañiliña’o engan-drano, nibanabanà’o engan-kaneñe. Hitsiñe amy tsaraeñey hao iraho.
7 On a high and lofty mountain you have set your bed; there also you went up to offer sacrifice.
Fa nalafi’o ambone vohitse mitiotiotse eo ty tìhi’o; le nimb’eo hañenga soroñe,
8 Behind the doors and the posts you have set up your memorial: for you have uncovered to someone besides me, and have gone up; you have enlarged your bed, and made you a covenant with them: you loved their bed where you saw it.
nañoreñ’ajiba amboho lalañe naho tsotsoke ao; ie nañafa-tsaroñe fa tsy amako, niañambone, namelatse i tihi’oy, le nilahatse am’ iereo vaho nitea’o ty tihi’ iareo te nitsikaoreñe.
9 You went to the king with oil, and increased your perfumes, and sent your ambassadors far off, and debased yourself even to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
Nomba’o reke-tsolike i mpanjakay, le nampitomboe’o o rano-mañi’oo, nampihitrife’o añe o sorotà’oo, ihe nihotrake mb’an-tsikeokeoke ao. (Sheol h7585)
10 You were wearied with the length of your way; yet you did not say, 'It is in vain.' You found a reviving of your strength; therefore you weren't faint.
Nahamokotse azo ty halava’ i lia’oy; f’ie tsy nanao ty hoe: Po-pitamañe. Nisolebatse indraike ty fañiria’o, vaho tsy nilesa.
11 "Of whom have you been afraid and in fear, that you lie, and have not remembered me, nor laid it to your heart? Haven't I held my peace even of long time, and you do not fear me?
Ia ty nihembaña’o naho nañeveña’o? Akore te nandañira’o naho tsy nitiahie’o vaho tsy nitsakorea’o? Kanao hatr’ela’e ty nitsiñako ihe tsy mañeveñe amako.
12 I will declare your righteousness; and as for your works, they shall not profit you.
Ho taroñeko ty hamarentane’o, naho o fitoloña’oo— f'ie tsy ho vara ama’o.
13 When you cry, let those who you have gathered deliver you; but the wind shall take them, a breath shall carry them all away: but he who takes refuge in me shall possess the land, and shall inherit my holy mountain."
Ihe mitoreo, hahahah’ azo hao o raha nahoro’oo; fa fonga hasiotsion-tioke, ho vavèn-kofòke mb’eo; fa ho fanaña’ i mitsoloke amakoy i taney, vaho ho lovae’e i vohiko miavakey.
14 He will say, "Build up, build up, prepare the way, take up the stumbling-block out of the way of my people."
Le ho koiheñe ty hoe: Ahifiho mañambone, Aobòño ambone ey, afaho iaby ze sebañe an-dala’ ondatikoo.
15 For thus says the high and lofty One who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: "I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.
Fa hoe ty nafè’ i Antiotiotsey, i Andindimoneñe mpimoneñe an-tsi-fimodoañey, ie kanjieñe ty hoe: Masiñe. Izaho mpitoboke amy abo naho masiñey—mpiamako ty mibàboke naho ty mirèke añ’ova’e ao, hameloñe ty arofo miambane, vaho hampibodañe ty troke misoloho.
16 For I will not contend forever, neither will I be always angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls who I have made.
Toe tsy hifañotakotake nainai’e iraho, vaho tsy ho boseke kitro katroke; hera hamoe’ay o troke aolokoo, naho o arofo nitsenèkoo.
17 For the iniquity of his covetousness was I angry, and struck him; I hid myself and was angry; and he went on backsliding in the way of his heart.
Ty haratia’ i fihaña’ey ty nibosehako naho nandafàko, nietake am-pifomboan-draho; f’ie nitolom-piola ami’ty fombàn-tro’e.
18 I have seen his ways, and will heal him: I will lead him also, and restore comforts to him and to his mourners.
Fa nitreako o sata’eo, fe ho jangañeko; naho hiaoloako, vaho ho vaoeko ama’e naho amo mpandala’eo ty fañohòañe.
19 I create the fruit of the lips: Peace, peace, to him who is far off and to him who is near," says YHWH; "and I will heal him."
Izaho ty mitsene o vokam-pivimbio; fanintsiñañe, fanintsiñañe, amy tsietoitaney naho amy marivoy, hoe t’Iehovà, vaho ho melañeko.
20 But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it can't rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.
Fa manahake i riake mivalitaboakey o lo-tserekeo; amy te tsy mete mipendreñe, vaho aretsa’ o ranoo mañambone ty leotse naho loto.
21 "There is no peace," says my God, "for the wicked."
Tsy am-pierañerañañe o rati-tserekeo. hoe t’i Andrianañahareko,
