Isaiah 25

1 O Yahweh! my God, thou art, I will exalt thee, I will praise thy Name, For thou hast done a wonderful thing, —Purposes of long ago Faithfulness in truth.

١ يَا رَبُّ أَنْتَ إِلَهِي، أُعَظِّمُكَ وَأَحْمَدُ اسْمَكَ لأَنَّكَ صَنَعْتَ عَجَائِبَ كُنْتُ قَد قَضَيْتَ بِها مُنْذُ الْقِدَمِ، وَهِيَ حَقٌّ وَصِدْقٌ.

2 For thou hast made, of a citadel, a mound, of a defenced city, a ruin, —palaces for foreigners to be no city, To times age-abiding, shall it not be built.

٢ حَوَّلْتَ الْمَدِينَةَ إِلَى كَوْمَةِ رِكَامٍ، وَالْقَرْيَةَ الْحَصِينَةَ إِلَى أَطْلالٍ، وَلَنْ يَكُونَ قَصْرُ الْغُرَبَاءِ مَدِينَةً بَعْدُ، وَلَنْ يُبْنَى أَبَداً.

3 For this cause! shall glorify thee—a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;

٣ لِذَلِكَ يُمَجِّدُكَ شَعْبٌ قَوِيٌّ وَتَخْشَاكَ مُدُنٌ آهِلَةٌ بِأُمَمٍ فَظَّةٍ

4 For thou didst become A refuge to the weak. A refuge to the needy, when distress was upon him, —A shelter from the storm. A shade from the heat, When the blast of tyrants was like a storm against a wall.

٤ لأَنَّكَ كُنْتَ حِصْناً لِلْبَائِسِ، وَمَلاذاً مَنِيعاً لِلْمِسْكِينِ فِي ضِيقِهِ، وَمَلْجَأً لَهُ مِنَ الْعَاصِفَةِ، وَظِلًّا تَقِيهِ وَهَجَ الْحَرِّ، لأَنَّ نَفْخَةَ العُتَاةِ كَسَيْلٍ يَرْتَطِمُ بِحَائِطٍ.

5 As heat in a desert, the pomp of foreigners, wilt thou subdue, —Heat—with the shade of a cloud, The song of tyrants! become low.

٥ تُخْرِسُ ضَجِيجَ الْغُرَبَاءِ كَمَا تُطْفِئُ الْحَرَّ فِي أَرْضٍ جَافَّةٍ وَتُسْكِتُ غِنَاءَ العُتَاةِ كَمَا تُبَرِّدُ الْحَرَّ بِظِلِّ سَحَابَةٍ.

6 Then will Yahweh of hosts prepare for all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of old wines, —Of fat things full of marrow, Of old wines well refined;

٦ فِي هَذَا الْجَبَلِ، فِي أُورُشَلِيمَ، يُقِيمُ الرَّبُّ الْقَدِيرُ مَأْدُبَةَ مُسَمَّنَاتٍ لِجَمِيعِ الشُّعُوبِ، مَأْدُبَةَ خَمْرٍ صَافِيَةٍ مُعَتَّقَةٍ، مَأْدُبَةَ لُحُومٍ وَأَمْخَاخٍ.

7 And he will swallow up in this mountain, The mask of the veil, the veil that is upon all the peoples, —And the web that is woven over all the nations.

٧ وَيُمَزِّقُ فِي هَذَا الْجَبَلِ النِّقَابَ الْمَسْدُولَ عَلَى كُلِّ الشُّعُوبِ، وَالْحِجَابَ الَّذِي يُغَطِّي جَمِيعَ الأُمَمِ،

8 Having swallowed up death itself victoriously, My Lord, Yahweh, will wipe away, tears from off all faces, —And the reproach of his own people, will he remove from off all the earth, For, Yahweh, hath spoken.

٨ وَيُبْتَلَعُ الْمَوْتُ إِلَى الأَبَدِ، وَيَمْسَحُ السَّيِّدُ الرَّبُّ الدُّمُوعَ الْمُنْهَمِرَةَ عَلَى الْوجُوهِ، وَيُزِيلُ عَارَ شَعْبِهِ مِنْ كُلِّ الأَرْضِ. هَذَا مَا تَكَلَّمَ بِهِ الرَّبُّ.

9 So shall it be said, in that day, Lo! our God, is this! We waited for him, that he might save us, —This, is Yahweh! We waited for him, Let us exult and rejoice in his salvation.

٩ وَيَقُولُونَ فِي ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمِ: «هَا هُوَ إِلَهُنَا الَّذِي انْتَظَرْنَاهُ فَخَلَّصَنَا. هَذَا هُوَ الرَّبُّ الَّذِي انْتَظَرْنَاهُ نَبْتَهِجُ وَنَفْرَحُ بِخَلاصِهِ».

10 For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, —Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;

١٠ لأَنَّ يَدَ الرَّبِّ تَسْتَقِرُّ عَلَى هَذَا الْجَبَلِ وَيُوْطَأُ مُوآبُ فِي مَكَانِهِ كَمَا يُوْطَأُ التِّبْنُ فِي الطِّينِ.

11 Should he spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, As a swimmer spreadeth forth to swim, Then would be laid low his pride, together with the devices of his hands.

١١ وَيَبْسِطُ يَدَيْهِ فِي وَسَطِ مُوآبَ كَمَا يَبْسِطُ السَّابِحُ يَدَيْهِ لِيَسْبَحَ، وَيَخْفِضُ الرَّبُّ مِنْ كِبْرِيَائِهِ وَمِنْ مَكَايِدِ يَدَيْهِ،

12 Yea, the lofty stronghold of thy walls, Hath he brought down—Laid low—Levelled to the ground even unto the dust.

١٢ وَيَهْدِمُ أَسْوَارَهُ الْحَصِينَةَ الشَّامِخَةَ، وَيَخْفِضُهَا حَتَّى تَتَسَاوَى مَعَ التُّرَابِ.