Isaiah 21
1 The oracle on the desert of the sea: As storm-winds in the South which with a rush from the desert, do come from a terrible land,
Amụma megide ọzara nke dị nʼakụkụ oke osimiri: Dịka oke ifufe si nʼọzara Negeb na-efebiga, ka onye na-eme ihe ike ga-esi nʼọzara bịa, site nʼala nke oke egwu.
2 [So] hath, a grievous vision, been told me: —the deceiver, is deceiving. And the spoiler, is spoiling, Go up, O Elam Besiege O Media, All the sighing she hath caused, have I made to cease.
Ahụrụ m ọhụ dị egwu, ọhụ oke mbibi, na ọhụ oke nrara nye nʼaka ndị mbibi, nʼebe onye na-apụnara mmadụ ihe nʼike na-akwakọta ngwongwo. Bilienụ unu ndị agha Elam, buonu agha! Unu ndị agha Midia, gbaanụ obodo gburugburu! Aga m eme ka ịsụ ude na mmegbu niile kwụsị.
3 For this cause, are my loins filled with anguish, Pangs, have seized me, as the pangs of her that is giving birth, —I writhe so that I cannot hear, I tremble, so that I cannot see:
Nʼihi nke a, ahụ m niile nọ nʼoke ihe mgbu, oke ihe mgbu zuru m ahụ, dịka ihe mgbu nke nwanyị ime na-eme. Amara m jijiji nʼihi ihe m nụrụ, ihe m na-ahụ na-agbagwoju m anya.
4 My heart fluttereth, A horror, terrifieth me, —My twilight of pleasure, hath he turned for me into a time of trembling.
Obi m anọkwaghị jụụ, oke ọma jijiji na-eme ka m tụọ egwu; chi ojiji nke m na-ele anya ya aghọọlara m ihe ịma jijiji.
5 [Ye thought] to prepare the table—spread the mat—eat—drink! …Arise ye chieftains anoint the shield!
Ha na-akwado tebul. Ha na-edozi ute ịnọdụ ala, ha na-eri, ha na-aṅụ. Bilienụ ndịisi agha, teekwanụ ọta niile mmanụ!
6 For, thus, hath My Lord said unto me, —Go, set the watchman, What he seeth, let him tell!
Ihe a ka Onyenwe anyị gwara m, “Gaa, guzobe onye nche, ka o kwuo ihe ọ na-ahụ.
7 When he seeth A train of horsemen in double rank, A train of asses, A train of camels, Then shall he hearken attentively with diligent heed.
Mgbe ọ hụrụ ụgbọ agha, na usuu ịnyịnya, na ndị na-agba ịnyịnya ibu, maọbụ ndị na-agba ịnyịnya kamel ka ha na-abịa abụọ abụọ, gwa ya ka o lezie ha anya nke ọma, nọọkwa na njikere.”
8 Then cried he. A lion! On the watch, O My Lord, had I been standing continually, by day, And at my post, had I been stationed whole nights; —
Onye nche na-elepụ anya tiri mkpu dịka ọdụm, sị, “Onyenwe m, nʼehihie ụbọchị niile ka m na-eguzo nʼelu ụlọ nche, nʼọnọdụ nche m ka m na-eguzokwa abalị niile.
9 When lo! here was a train of men coming. With horsemen in double rank, —And one began and said, Fallen! fallen! is Babylon, And all the images of her gods, are smashed to the ground!
Lee, otu nwoke nọ nʼime ụgbọ agha na-abịa, ya na ndị nọ nʼelu ịnyịnya na-abịa abụọ abụọ. O nyeghachiri ọsịsa ahụ, ‘Babilọn adaala, e ọ daala, arụsị niile apịrị apị nke chi ya niile a kurisiela tọgbọrọ nʼala.’”
10 O thou My threshing! And the grain of my corn-floor! That which I have heard from Yahweh of hosts, the God of Israel, Have I declared, unto you.
O, ndị m, ndị a zọchara azọcha, dịka ọka a zọchara nʼebe ịzọcha ọka, agwala m unu ihe Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile bụ Chineke Izrel kwuru.
11 The oracle on Dumah: Unto me, is one crying—out of Seir, Watchman! how far gone is the night? Watchman, how far gone is the night?
Nke a bụ amụma megide Duma: Otu onye si na Sia na-akpọ m oku, “Onye nche, gịnị ka ọ fọdụrụ tupu chi abọọ? Onye nche, gịnị ka ọ fọdụrụ tupu chi abọọ?”
12 Said the watchman, There cometh a morning. But also a night, —If ye will enquire, enquire, ye—Come, again!
Onye nche zara sị, “Chi ọbụbọ na-abịa, abalị na-abịakwa. Ọ bụrụ na ị chọrọ ịjụ ajụjụ, jụọnụ ajụjụ, ma laghachikwa ọzọ.”
13 The oracle on Arabia, —Among the shrubs in Arabia, must ye lodge, Ye caravans of Dedanites.
Amụma megide Arebịa: Unu ndị ije niile nke Dedan, ndị na-anọ ọnọdụ abalị nʼoke ọhịa nke Arebịa,
14 To meet the thirsty, bring ye water, —Ye dwellers in the land of Tema; With bread for him, get in advance of him that is in flight!
kuterenụ ndị ahụ bịakwutere unu akpịrị na-akpọ nkụ mmiri ọṅụṅụ; unu ndị bi nʼala Tema, buterenụ ndị gbakwutere unu ọsọ ndụ nri.
15 For, before swords, have they fled: Before a sword that is drawn, Before a bow that is bent, And before the stress of war.
Nʼihi na ọ bụ site nʼagha nke e ji mma agha egbu ndị mmadụ, na agha e ji akụ agbatu mmadụ ka ha si na-agbapụ ọsọ.
16 For, thus, hath My Lord said unto me, —Within a year according to the yearn of a hireling, shall fail all the glory of Kedar;
Nke a bụ ihe Onyenwe anyị sịrị m, “Tupu otu afọ agwụ, dị ka esi agụ afọ onye ohu e goro ọrụ, ịma mma Keda ga-agwụsị.
17 And, the remnant of the record of bowmen, The heroes of the sons of Kedar, shall become few; For Yahweh God of Israel, hath spoken.
Ndị fọdụrụ ndụ nʼime ndị na-agba ụta, ndị bụ dike nʼagha na Keda, ga-adị mmadụ ole na ole.” Onyenwe anyị, bụ Chineke Izrel ekwuola ya.
