Isaiah 49
1 Hearken, ye Coastlands, unto me, And give ear ye peoples afar off, —Yahweh, called me, from my birth, From my nativity, made he mention of my name;
Ry tokonoseo, mijanjiña ahiko; mitsendreña ry ondaty tsietoitàneo; fa nikanjy ahy sikal’ an-tron-dreneko ao t’Iehovà; boak’an-kovin-dreneko ao ty nitoñona’e ty añarako.
2 And he made my mouth, like a sharp sword, In the shadow of his hand, he concealed me, —And made of me a polished arrow, In his quiver, he hid me;
Fa nanoe’e arara masioñe ty vavako; an-talinjom-pità’e ao ty nañetaha’e; nanoe’e ana-pàle vinàñe; an-trañom-pale ao ty nampikafira’e;
3 And said to me My Servant, thou art, —Israel, in whom I will get myself glory.
Le hoe re tamako: Mpitoroko irehe, Israele; Ihe ty fandrengeañe ahy.
4 But I, said, To no purpose, have I toiled, For waste and mist—my vigour, have I spent, —Surely, my vindication, is, with, Yahweh, And, my recompence, with my God.
Fe hoe raho: Nifanehake ami’ty tsy havokaran-draho; nahamodo ty haozarako tsy jefa’e naho tsy vente’e; toe Iehovà ty hahazoako to, naho aman’Añahareko ao ty tambem-pitoloñako.
5 Now, therefore, said Yahweh—Fashioning me from birth To be Servant to him, To restore Jacob unto him, And that, Israel, unto him, might be gathered And I be honourable in the eyes of Yahweh, And, my God, be proved to have been my strength,
Aa hoe t’Iehovà henanekeo— ie nitsene ahy an-koviñ’ ao ho mpitoro’e, hampipoliako t’Iakobe, ndra te tsy natontoñe t’Israele, fe aman-kasy am-pihaino’Iehovà iraho vaho haozarako t’i Andrianañahareko.
6 Yea he said—It is too small a thing, for being my Servant, That thou shouldest raise up the tribes of Jacob, And the preserved of Israel, shouldst restore, —So I will give thee to become a light of nations, That, my salvation, may reach as far as the end of the earth.
hoe re: Raha loho-kede ho azo te ho mpitoroko hampionjoñe o fifokoa’ Iakobeo, hampipoly o tarira’ Israeleo; te mone hatoloko azo ty ho failo’ o kilakila ondatio, hahatsitsifañe ty fandrombahako pak’ añ’ olo’ ty tane toy añe.
7 Thus, saith Yahweh—the Redeemer of Israel, his Holy One To him that is despised of the soul, To the abhorred of the nation To the servant of rulers, Kings, shall see and arise, Princes, lo! they have bowed themselves down, —Because of Yahweh, who is faithful, The Holy One of Israel, lo! he hath chosen thee.
Hoe t’Iehovà— t’i Mpijeba’ Israele, i Masi’ey— amy nisirikaeñey, amy falai’ o kilakila ondatioy, amy mpitorom-pifehey; ho isa’ o mpanjakao le hiongake, vaho hibàboke o ana-donakeo, am’ Iehovà migahiñey, i Masi’ Israele nijoboñe azoy;
8 Thus, saith Yahweh—In a time of acceptance, have I answered thee, In a day of salvation, have I helped thee, —That I may preserve thee And give thee as the covenant of a people, To establish the land, To bring into possession the desolate heritages;
Hoe ty nafè’ Iehovà: Añ’andro mete ty nitsanoñako azo, añ’androm-pandrombahañe te nitolorako; harovako irehe, vaho hatoloko ho fañina am’ondatio, hañavao i taney, hampandova’o o lova mangoakoakeo;
9 Saying To them who are bound Go forth, To them who are in darkness, Shew yourselves, —By the roads, shall they graze, And on all bare places, shall be their pasture:
mitsey amo mpirohio ty hoe: Miakara. vaho amo añ’ieñeo, ty hoe: Miboaha. Hihinañe añ’olon-dalañe eo iereo, ho fiandraza’ iareo o haboañe iabio.
10 They shall neither hunger, nor thirst, Nor shall smite them the glowing sand, or the glaring sun, —For, he that hath compassion upon them, will lead them, And unto springs of water, will he conduct them.
Ie tsy ho kerè ndra maran-drano, tsy ho pisañen-katrevohañe ndra tariñandroke; fa hiaolo iareo ty Mpitretrè, ho tehafe’e mb’an-drano manganahana mb’eo.
11 Then will I make of all my mountains, a road, And my highways, shall be upraised.
Le hanoeko lalañe o vohiko iabio, vaho haonjoñe ambone o lalan-damokeo.
12 Lo! these, from afar, shall come in, —And lo! these, from the North and from the West, And these, from the land of Sinim.
Toe ho boake tsietoitane añe retoañe; ho boak’ avaratse añe retiañe naho ahandrefañe añe reroañe, vaho hiboak’e Sinime añe reroy.
13 Shout in triumph—O heavens! And exult—O earth! And break forth, ye mountains, into shouts of triumph, —For Yahweh hath comforted his people, And on his humbled ones, taketh he compassion.
Misaboa ry andikerañe ao! mandià taroba ry tane! mipoñafa beko ry haboañeo! fa ohoñe’ Iehovà ondati’eo, tretreze’e o mpisotri’eo.
14 But Zion had said. Yahweh hath forsaken me, —Even, My Lord, hath forgotten me!
Fe hoe t’i Tsione: Nifarie’ Iehovà iraho, vaho nandikofa’ i Talè.
15 Can, a woman, forget, her sucking child, Past taking compassion on the son of her womb? Even these, may forget, Yet will, I, not forget, thee:
Ho haliño’ ty rakemba hao ty ana’e minono; tsy ho ferenaiña’e hao ty ana-dahi’e boak’ an-kovi’e ao? Eka ndra t’ie mañaliño, Izaho tsy hañaliño azo.
16 Lo! on the palms of my hands, have I portrayed thee, —Thy walls are before me continually.
Hehe t’ie sinokiko an-dela-tañako; Añatrefako eo nainai’e o kijoli’oo.
17 In haste are thy sons, —They who have been tearing thee down and laying thee waste, out of thee, let them go forth!
Malisa o ana’oo; fa mienga o mpandrotsake naho mpamaoke azoo.
18 Lift up, round about, thine eyes and see, All those, have gathered themselves together—have come to thee! As I live, Declareth Yahweh, —Surely all those as an ornament, shalt thou put on, And bind them about thee for a girdle as a bride.
Andrandrao fihaino, le mañisaha mb’eo mb’eo: ie mifanontone iaby te mb’ama’o mb’etoañe. Amy te izaho veloñe, hoe t’Iehovà, hene ho hamiñe’o hoe bange, vaho ho ravaha’o hoe an’enga-vao.
19 Surely, as for thy wastes, and thy desolations, and thy land of ruins, Surely, now, shalt thou be too strait for thine inhabitants, And, far off, shall be they who have been swallowing thee up.
Fa rinotsake naho malio vaho mangoakoake o tane’oo, fe maifitse irehe henane zay ty amo mpimoneñeo, vaho ho lavitse azo o nampigedrañe azoo.
20 The children of whom thou wast bereaved shall yet say in thine ears, —Too strait for me, is the place Make room for me that I may settle down.
Mbe hibisike an-dravembia’o ao o anam-pandalà’oo, ty hoe: Maifitse amako ty toe’o toy; añalalahao toetse himoneñako.
21 Then shalt thou say in thy heart, —Who hath borne me, these, Seeing, I, have been bereaved and unfruitful, a captive and banished? These, therefore, who hath brought them up? Lo! I, was left, alone, These, where were they?
Hitsakore ty hoe irehe an-trok’ao: Sinama’ ia o retoañeo, Izaho nimotso anake naho nibangiñe, nasese vaho mpirererere avao? Ia ty nañabey o retoañe? izaho naforintseñe: boak’aia o retoañeo?
22 Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh—Lo! I will lift up, unto nations my hand, Yea unto peoples, will I raise high my banner, —And they shall bring in thy sons in their bosom, And, thy daughters, on the shoulder shall be borne;
Hoe t’i Talè Iehovà: Ingo fa hañonjon-tsirañe amo kilakila ondatio iraho, naho hajadoko am’ ondatio ty viloko, naho hindese’ iareo añ’araña’e ao o ana-dahi’ areoo, vaho hasese’ iereo añ’ èga o anak’ ampela’ areoo.
23 And, kings, shall be, thy foster-fathers. And their queens, thy nursing mothers, With face to the ground, shall they bow down to thee, The dust of thy feet, shall they lick, —So shalt thou know that, I, am Yahweh, In that, they shall not be put to shame, Who were waiting for me.
Ho roae-mpañotroñe iareo o mpanjakao, hampinono iareo o valim-panjakao, hidrakadrakake ama’o iereo, laharañe mb’an-tane, hitsela ty deboke am-pandia’o eo; vaho ho fohi’o te Izaho Iehovà, le tsy ho salatse ze mahaliñe ahy.
24 Shall prey, be taken from a mighty one? Or the captive of one in the right, be delivered?
Ho tavaneñe ami’ty fanalolahy hao ty tsindro’e, havotsotse amy nahagiokey hao o tsinepa’eo?
25 Surely, thus, saith Yahweh—Even the captive of the mighty one, shall be taken away, And the prey of the tyrant, be delivered; And thine opposers, I, will oppose, And thy children, I, will save;
Fa hoe t’Iehovà: Toe ho tavaneñe amy fanalolahiy o narohi’eo, naho havotsotse amy mitrotrofiakey o hinoro’eo; hatrefeko ty miatreatre azo, vaho ho rombaheko o ana’oo.
26 Then will I feed thy tormentors with their own flesh, And as with new wine—with their own blood, shall they be drunk, —So shall all flesh, know, that, I—Yahweh, am thy Saviour, And, thy Redeemer, is the Mighty One of Jacob.
Ho fahanako amo nofo’eo avao o mpamorekeke anahareoo; ho mamoe’ ty lio’e avao, hoe t’ie divay mamy; ho fohi’ ze hene nofotse te Izaho Iehovà ro Mpandrombak’ azo, naho t’i Mpijeba’o, t’i Manjofa’ Iakobe.
