Isaiah 18
1 Woe to the land of the rustling of wings, which is along the rivers of Cush;
Baba na anyigba si le Kus ƒe tɔsisiwo ƒe go kemɛ dzi, afi si tɔdziʋu siwo doa abala la zɔna,
2 who send ambassadors by the sea, in vessels of papyrus on the waters. Go, you swift messengers, to a nation tall and smooth, to a people feared far and near, a nation strong and trampling down, whose land the rivers divide.
dukɔ si dɔa amewo ɖona ɖe atsiaƒu kple tɔsisiwo dzi kple aƒlatɔdziʋu siwo ɖia du sesĩe. Midɔ ame dɔdɔ ɖeablawo ɖe dukɔ dzɔatsu si ƒe amewo kɔ, eye wo ŋu zrɔ̃ la gbɔ, dukɔ si amewo vɔ̃na le gbeta, du didiwo ke hã me, dukɔ nyanyra si fiana dzea amewo dzi hetsrɔ̃a wo; dukɔ si ƒe anyigba me tɔsisi geɖewo si to.
3 All you inhabitants of the world and you who live on the earth, when a signal is lifted up on the mountains, look; and when the trumpet is blown, listen.
Mi xexea me nɔlawo katã kple anyigbadzitɔwo, ne wotu aflaga ɖe towo dzi la, miakpɔe. Ne woku kpẽ la, miasee. Ale si Yehowa gblɔ nam lae nye esi:
4 This is what Yahweh said to me, “I will quietly observe from my home, like the simmering heat in sunshine, like a cloud of mist in the heat of harvest.
“Manɔ anyi kpoo anɔ nu kpɔm tso nɔnyeƒe abe ale si yame kɔnae ne ŋdɔ le ʋuʋum sesĩe la ene, abe ale si lilikpo dzaa ahũ le nuŋeɣi le dzomeŋɔli ene.”
5 Before the harvest, when the blossoming is over, and the flower is ripening into a grape, he will cut off the sprigs with pruning hooks, and he will cut down and take away the spreading branches.
Elabena hafi nuŋeɣi nava yi ne seƒoƒowo hã nava yi, eye seƒoƒowo nazu wain ɖiɖi la, matsɔ hɛ̃ gobɛ la alã alɔawoe aƒu gbe.
6 They will be left together for the birds of the mountains and for the animals of the earth. The birds will summer on them, and all the animals of the earth will winter on them.”
Woagblẽ wo katã ɖi na to dzi xe ƒonuwo kple anyigbadzilãwo; xe ƒonuwo anɔ wo dzi le dzomeŋɔli, eye anyigbadzilãwo katã anɔ wo dzi le vuvɔŋɔli.
7 At that time tribute will be brought to Yahweh of hosts from a people tall and smooth, from a people feared far and near, a nation strong and trampling down, whose land the rivers divide, to the place of the name of Yahweh of hosts, to Mount Zion.
Ɣe ma ɣi la, dukɔ si dzɔ atsu ƒlalu, eye eŋu zrɔ̃ dredredre, dukɔ si wovɔ̃na le didiƒe ke, dukɔ si kli tsu, eye wònyaa avuzi le ame dzi, dukɔ si ƒe anyigba me tɔsisiwo to yi la, ahe nunanawo vɛ na Yehowa le Zion to la gbɔ, afi si wosubɔnɛ le.
