Isaiah 17
1 The oracle on Damascus, —Lo! Damascus, is to be removed from being a city, And shall become a heap of ruins:
Nke a bụ amụma megide Damaskọs, isi obodo Siria. “Lee, Damaskọs agaghị adịkwa! Ọ gaghị abụkwa obodo ọzọ, kama ọ ga-aghọ mkpọmkpọ ebe, nke zedara ezeda.
2 Forsaken, are the desolate cities, —For flocks, shall they serve, Which shall lie down and have none to make them afraid.
Ọ dịkwaghị onye ga-ebi nʼime nʼobodo niile nke Aroea, ọ ga-adịrị igwe atụrụ na ehi dị iche iche, ndị ga-amakpu, ọ dịkwaghị onye ga-eme ka egwu tụọ ha nʼebe ahụ.
3 Then shall the fortress cease from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus and the remnant of Syria, —Like the glory of the sons of Israel, shall they be, —Declareth Yahweh of hosts.
Ebe e wusiri ike nke Ifrem agaghị adịkwa, ya na ike alaeze nke sị Damaskọs, ndị fọdụrụ nke Aram ga-adị ka ebube nke ndị Izrel,” otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile kwubiri ya.
4 And it shall come to pass in that day, That the glory of Jacob, shall be diminished, And, the fatness of his flesh, shall be wasted;
“Nʼụbọchị ahụ, a ga-eme ka nsọpụrụ Jekọb nwere bụrụ ihe e wedara nʼala. Abụba dịkwa ya nʼahụ ga-atalata.
5 And it shall come to pass—That, as the harvestman gathereth standing corn, And with his arm—the ears, he reapeth, Yea it shall come to pass—That, so, shall he be who gleaneth ears, in the vale of Rephaim;
Ọ ga-adị ka ubi e si nʼime ya wee ihe mkpụrụ site nʼọka guzoro ọtọ, na-achịkọta mkpụrụ nʼogwe aka ha dịka mgbe mmadụ na-atụtụkọta mkpụrụ site nʼigbo ọka nʼime Ndagwurugwu Refaim.
6 Yet shall there be left therein, a gleaning. As in the beating of an olive-tree, —Two-three berries in the head of the tree-top, —Four—five, among her fruitful boughs, Declareth Yahweh God of Israel.
Ma ọ bụ ole na ole nʼime mkpụrụ ahụ ga-afọdụkwa, dịka mgbe a kuchasịrị osisi oliv, hapụ mkpụrụ abụọ maọbụ atọ, nke dị nʼalaka kachasị elu, maọbụ mkpụrụ anọ maọbụ ise a hapụrụ nʼọnụ ọnụ alaka nke ahụ mịrị mkpụrụ.” Otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, Chineke Izrel kwubiri ya.
7 In that day, shall the son of earth look to him that made him, —And his eyes unto the Holy One of Israel, be turned;
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, ha ga-echeta onye kere ha, nweekwa nsọpụrụ nʼebe Onye nsọ nke Izrel nọ.
8 And he shall not look unto the altars the work of his own hands, —Nor to what his own fingers have made, shall his eye be turned, Whether Sacred Stems or Sun-pillars.
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, ha agaghị elekwasịkwa chi ha dị iche iche anya ka ha nyere ha aka. Ha agakwaghị efe ihe ndị ahụ ha ji aka ha mee. Ha agakwaghị asọpụrụ chi nwanyị ha bụ Ashera, maọbụ ebe ịchụ aja ụda na-esi isi ụtọ nke mkpịsịaka kpụrụ.
9 In that day, shall his fortified cities become Like a neglected bough and a topmost branch, Which they neglected because of the sons of Israel, —So shall there be desolation.
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, obodo ha niile e wusiri ike, nke ha hapụrụ nʼihi ndị Izrel, ga-adị ka ebe ahapụrụ ahapụ nye oke ọhịa na ahịhịa nke ọhịa. Ebe niile ga-abụ nnọọ mkpọmkpọ ebe.
10 Because thou didst forget the God of thy salvation, And thy Rock of refuge, thou didst not remember, For this cause, shalt thou plant very pleasant plants, And, the slip of a stranger, shalt thou set:
Nʼihi na ị chezọla Chineke onye na-azọpụta gị. I chetaghị Nkume ahụ, nke bụ ebe mgbaba gị. Ya mere, ọ masịkwa gị kụọ ihe ọkụkụ dị iche iche nke dị ụtọ, maọbụ manye alaka osisi vaịnị ị si nʼala ọzọ bubata,
11 In the day when thou plantest, fence thou in, And in the morning, cause thou, thy slip, to blossom, —A harvest will have waved in the day of destiny, and mortal pain.
ọ bụrụkwa na i mee ka ha too nʼụbọchị ahụ ị kụnyere ha nʼala, maọbụ na ha mara ifuru nʼụtụtụ ụbọchị ahụ ị kụnyere ha nʼala, ị gaghị aghọta mkpụrụ ọ mịrị, nʼihi na ọ bụ naanị ọrịa na ihe mgbu ka ha ga-ewetara gị.
12 Alas! the booming of many peoples, Like the booming of the seas, shall they boom, —And the rushing of nations! Like the rushing of mighty waters, shall they rush.
Ahaa, lee ụzụ nke ọtụtụ mmadụ na-eme, nke yiri mkpọtụ oke osimiri. Ọ bụ mkpọtụ nke mba dị iche iche; ha na-eme mkpọtụ dị ka nnugharị nke ọtụtụ osimiri.
13 Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, —And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!
Ọ bụ ezie na ha na-agbọ ụja dịka mkpọtụ nke oke osimiri, ma Chineke ga-abara ha mba nke ga-eme ka ha gbaa ọsọ. A ga-achụsa ha dịka ifufe si efesa igbugbo ọka, na dịka mpempe akwụkwọ ifufe siri ike na-ebugharị gburugburu gburugburu.
14 At eventide, lo! terror, Before morning, he is not! This, is the portion of them who plunder us, And the lot of them who make of us a prey.
Nʼanyasị, ha na-eme ka oke egwu dịrị, tutu ruo ụtụtụ, ha adịghịkwa. Nke a bụ ihe nketa dịịrị ndị ahụ na-apụnara anyị ihe anyị nwere nʼike. E, ọ bụ ihe nza ruru ndị ahụ ji ike na-anakọrọ anyị ihe anyị nwere.
