Isaiah 50
1 Thus, saith Yahweh—Where then is the scroll of your mother’s divorce, whom I have put away? Or, which of my creditors, is it to whom I have sold you? Lo! for your iniquities, have ye been sold, And for your transgressions, hath your mother been put away.
Hoe t’Iehovà: Aia ty takelam-panarahañe naneseako an-drene’ areo? Ia amo mpampisongo amakoo ty nandetahako anahareo? Toe niletahañe ty amo tahi’ areoo, vaho o fiolà’ areoo ty naneseañe ty rene’ areo.
2 Wherefore, When I came in, was there no one? When I called, was there none to answer? Is mine own hand, really shortened, that it cannot redeem? Or is there not, in me, strength to deliver? Lo! by my rebuke, I dry up the sea I make rivers a desert, Their fish Stinketh, for want of water, Yea dieth, for thirst:
Akore te tsy teo ty ondaty, te izaho nimb’eo? Ie nikaike, tsy teo ty ho nanoiñe? Bory hao ty sirako tsy hahafijebañe? Aa vaho po-kaozarañe hao raho tsy haharombake? Heheke maiheko i riakey te endahako; anoeko ratraratra o sakao; mantiñe o fia’eo kanao tsy an-drano, mate’ ty arandrano.
3 I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering.
Sikinako mainte o likerañeo, añombeako gony ho saroñe.
4 My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse, —He kept wakening—morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed;
Fa natolo’ i Talè, Iehovà ahiko ty famele’ o nanàrañeo, hampanintsiñako an-drehake o mondetseo; barakakaofe’e boa-maraiñe tsekafe’e o sofikoo hitsanoñe hoe t’ie mpioke.
5 My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, —Away, turned I not:
Fa nisokafe’ i Talè, Iehovà o sofikoo, le tsy nanjehatse, tsy niamboho.
6 My back, gave I to smiters, and My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard, —My face, hid I not from insult and spitting.
Natoloko amo mpandafao ty lambosiko, naho amo mpañono-boloo ty fifiko; tsy naetako ami’ty ònjitse naho ami’ty rora ty tareheko.
7 Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore was I not deterred by insult, —Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame.
Hañolotse ahy t’i Talè, Iehovà, aa le tsy nisalatse; nampigañeko hoe vato-paike ty tareheko, le fantako te tsy ho meñatse;
8 At hand, is one who can justify me. Who will contend with me? let, us stand forth together, —Who can accuse me? let him draw near to me!
fa marine ao i Mpañatò ahikoy. Ia ty hifañotake amako? Antao songa hiongake; Ia ty rafelahiko? Angao re hitotoke amako.
9 Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, the moth shall consume them.
I Talè, Iehovà ro mpañolotse ahy; ia ka ty hamatse ahy? Fonga hihamodo hoe tsirodea; ho vazañem-pizara.
10 Who among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant, —That hath walked in dark places And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God.
Ia ama’ areo ty mañeveñe am’ Iehovà, naho mañorike ty feo’ i mpitoro’ey? Aa ndra t’ie mañavelo añ’ieñe ie tsy aman-kazavàñe, le hiatoa’e ty tahina’ Iehovà, vaho hirampia’e t’i Andrianañahare’e.
11 Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts, —Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire. And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.
O ry mpamiañe afoo, o mpisikiñe vaen-afoo, mandià amo lebaleban’ afo’ areoo, amo vaen’afo niviañe’ areoo. zao ty hizò anahareo an-tañako t’ie handre an-anahelo.
