Isaiah 18
1 Woe to the land of the rustling of wings, which is along the rivers of Cush;
Kaĩ bũrũri ũrĩa ũrĩ ibatabata rĩa mathagu, o ũcio ũrĩ mũrĩmo ũrĩa ũngĩ wa njũũĩ cia Kushi, ũrĩ na haaro-ĩ!
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.
ũrĩa ũtũmaga arekio makagerera njĩra ya iria, mahaicĩte tũtarũ twakĩtwo na marura, tũrĩa tũgeragĩra maaĩ igũrũ. Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ andũ aya mũtũmĩtwo na mũrĩ mĩtũkĩ, thiĩi kũrĩ andũ araihu na anyoroku mĩĩrĩ, o acio metigĩrĩtwo nĩ andũ a kũndũ gũkuhĩ na a kũraya, rũrĩrĩ rũũgiti rwaragia rũthiomi rũgeni, na bũrũri wao ũgayanĩtio nĩ njũũĩ.
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.
Inyuĩ andũ arĩa mũtũũraga mabũrũri mothe ma thĩ, o inyuĩ mũtũũraga gũkũ thĩ-rĩ, rĩrĩa bendera ĩkaahaandwo irĩma-igũrũ, nĩmũkamĩona, na rĩrĩa karumbeta gakaahuhwo, nĩmũgakaigua.
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.
Jehova anjĩĩrĩte ũũ: “Ngũikara ngirĩte ki ndĩĩrorere maũndũ ndĩ o gĩikaro-inĩ gĩakwa, haana ta ũrugarĩ wa riũa ũkũhenahenia, o na ta itu rĩa ime hĩndĩ ya ũrugarĩ wa magetha.”
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.
Nĩgũkorwo mbere ya magetha, hĩndĩ ĩrĩa kĩro gĩaitĩka na mahũa magatuĩka thabibũ irerua, nĩguo agaaceeha thuuna na tũhiũ twa gũceeha, na ateme honge iria ciaramĩte mũno acieherie.
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.”
Nacio ciothe igaatigĩrwo nyoni cia irĩma-inĩ iria irĩĩaga nyama, na nyamũ cia gĩthaka; nyoni icio igaacirĩa hĩndĩ ya riũa, nacio nyamũ cia gĩthaka icirĩe hĩndĩ ya heho yothe.
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.
Hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩguo Jehova Mwene-Hinya-Wothe akaareherwo iheo kuuma kũrĩ andũ araihu na anyoroku mĩĩrĩ, na kuuma kũrĩ andũ metigĩrĩtwo nĩ andũ a kũndũ gũkuhĩ na a kũraya, rũrĩrĩ rũũgiti rwaragia rũthiomi rũgeni, arĩa bũrũri wao ũgayanĩtio nĩ njũũĩ: iheo icio ikaarehwo Kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩa Zayuni, harĩa haamũrĩirwo Rĩĩtwa rĩa Jehova Mwene-Hinya-Wothe.
