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,
Ty nibangoeñe i fatram-bei’ i riakeiy: Manahake ty famaoha’ o tio-bey tatimoo, ie miboak’ an-dratraratra hirik’ an-tane mampangebahebak’ añe.
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.
Naboak’ amako ty aroñaroñe mampioremeñe: Ty mpamañahy mamañahy, ty mpamaoke mamaoke. Mionjona ry Elame! Miarikoboña, ry Maday! Fa hene nampitsiñeko o fiselekaiñañeo.
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:
Aa le mikoritoke avao ty vaniako; mamihiñe ahy ty fitsongoañe, manahake ty fitsongon’ ampela mañèñe; mikoretse iraho le tsy mahatsanoñe, miroreke tsy mahafañente.
4 My heart fluttereth, A horror, terrifieth me, —My twilight of pleasure, hath he turned for me into a time of trembling.
Mifejofejo ty troko; mampirevendreveñ’ahiko ty tahotse; nivalike ho fineveneverañe i palipalitsieñe nisalalaeko.
5 [Ye thought] to prepare the table—spread the mat—eat—drink! …Arise ye chieftains anoint the shield!
Nihalankañeñe i fandambañañey, nalamake i tihiy, nikama naho ninoñe; Miongaha ry roandriañeo, hosoro o fikalan-defoñeo.
6 For, thus, hath My Lord said unto me, —Go, set the watchman, What he seeth, let him tell!
Fa zao ty nafè’ i Talè amako: Akia, ajadoño ty mpijilo; adono hitalily ze talake’e.
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.
Nahaisake firimboñañe re reketse mpiningi-tsoavala ki-roe roe, mpijòm-borìke naho mpitoboke an-drameva; mitsendreñe amy zao re, mitsatsike.
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; —
Nikaikaihe’e hoe liona: O talè, Mitolom-pijagarodoñe am-pitalakesañ’ abo atoy iraho te handro, le mijohañe am-pijilovako ey te haleñe.
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!
Heheke ondaty lia-raikeo, mpiningi-tsoavala kiroe-roe. Manoiñe ka re manao ty hoe: Rotsake, Rotsake t’i Bavele; fonga nivolentsa an-tane eo o saren-drahare’eo.
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 ry linisakoo, ry anako an-toem-pamofohakoo, Hampahafohineko anahareo o raha tsinanoko am’ Iehovà’ i maroio, i Andrianañahare’ Israeley.
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?
Ty nibangoeñe i Domà: Mikoike amako ty boak’e Seire: O mpigaritseo, manao akore i haleñey? O mpijiloo, akore ty haleñe toy?
12 Said the watchman, There cometh a morning. But also a night, —If ye will enquire, enquire, ye—Come, again!
Hoe i mpigaritsey: Hiporea’ ty maraindray, fa ho avy ka ty haleñe— ihe hañontane le mañontanea; mibaliha indraike!
13 The oracle on Arabia, —Among the shrubs in Arabia, must ye lodge, Ye caravans of Dedanites.
Ty entañe ho amy Arabe: Amo rongo-matahe’ i Arabeo ty hitobea’ areo ry mpivorontsa’ i Dedaneo.
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!
Ry mpimone’ i Temao, anjotsò rano i taliñiereñey; Salakao ama’ mahakama o nivoratsakeo.
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.
Ie nilaisa’ iareo o fibarao, i mesolava napotsoañey, naho i fale nibitsokey, vaho ty fanindria’ i aliy.
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;
Fa zao ty nafè’ i Talè amako: Añate ty taoñe raike, ami’ty fañiaham-pikarama, le ho hene modo ty enge’ i Kedare.
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.
Le tsy ho ampeampe ty sengaha’ o mpitàm-paleo, o lahilahy manjofake amo ana-Kedareoo; fa izay ty nitsara’ Iehovà, Andrianañahare’ Israele.
