Isaiah 40
1 “Comfort, comfort my people,” says your God.
Hohò, Hohò, ondatikoo, hoe t’i Andrianañahare’ areo.
2 “Speak tenderly to Jerusalem; and proclaim to her that her warfare has ended, that her iniquity is pardoned, that she has received double from Yahweh's hand for all her sins.”
Saontsio fañohòañe t’Ierosalaime, vaho koiho ama’e te fa heneke ty ali’e; te jinebañe o hakeo’eo, amy t’ie nandrambe indroe am-pitàn’ Añahare ho vale’ o hene tahi’eo.
3 A voice cries out, “In the wilderness prepare the way of Yahweh; make straight in the Arabah a highway for our God.”
Inao ty fiarañanañañe mikoike: Anataho lalañe am-patrambey añe t’Iehovà. Ampimirao lalambey an-dratraratra añe t’i Andrianañahare.
4 Every valley will be lifted up, and every mountain and hill will be leveled; and the rugged land will be made level, and the rough places a plain;
Haonjoñe iaby ze atao goledoñe, naho haketrake iaby o tambohoo ho vàñeñe ze manongatonga, naho hampimiraeñe ze migodeogodeoñe;
5 and the glory of Yahweh will be revealed, and all people will see it together; for the mouth of Yahweh has spoken it.
le haboake ty enge’ Iehovà, vaho hiharo handrendrek’ aze ze atao nofotse, izay ty nitsaram-palie’ Iehovà.
6 A voice says, “Cry.” Another answers, “What should I cry?” “All flesh is grass, and all their covenant faithfulness is like the flower of the field.
Inao ty fiarañanañañe manao ty hoe: Koiho, le hoe ty natoi’e: Ino ty ho koiheko? Ahetse iaby ze atao nofotse, le hoe voñe an-teteke ao ty hasoa’e.
7 The grass withers and the flower wilts when the breath of Yahweh blows on it; surely humanity is grass.
Miheatse o ahetseo, mihintsañe o voñe’eo, kanao tiofe’ ty kofòn’ Añahare, toe ahetse ondatio.
8 The grass withers, the flower wilts, but the word of our God will stand forever.”
Miheatse o ahetseo, mihintsañe o voñe’eo, fe mijadoñe nainai’e ty tsaran’ Añaharen-tikañe.
9 Go up on a high mountain, Zion, bearer of good news. Shout out loud, Jerusalem. You who bring good news, raise your voice, do not be afraid. Say to the cities of Judah, “Here is your God!”
O ry Tsione mpitaroñe entan-tsoao mañambonea vohitse abo; ry Ierosalaime mpanese talily soao poñafo an-koike ty fiarañanaña’o, aonjono, le ko hembañe; saontsio ty hoe o rova’ Iehodào: Ingo t’i Andrianañahare’ areo!
10 Look, the Lord Yahweh comes as a victorious warrior, and his strong arm rules for him. See, his reward is with him, and those he has rescued go before him.
Hehe, te hitotsak’ an-kaozarañe t’i Talè Iehovà; hifehe am-pità’e; Ingo, te ama’e i tambe’ey, añatrefa’e o vale-soa’eo.
11 He will feed his flock like a shepherd, he will gather in his arm the lambs, and carry them close to his heart, and will gently lead the ewes nursing their young.
Manahake ty mpiarake miandrazañe i mpirai-lia’ey naho manontontoñe o vik’añondri’eo am-pità’e ie otroñe’e añ’araña’e eo, vaho manehak’ ty mampinono mora mb’eo.
12 Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, measured the sky with the span of his hand, held the dust of the earth in a basket, weighed the mountains in scales, or the hills in a balance?
Ia ty nanovy o ranoo an-dela-pità’e, naho nanjehe i likerañey an-kiho’e, naho nañiake ty debo’ ty tane toy am-pañaranañe, naho nandanja o vohitseo am-pandanjàñe, vaho o tambohoo am-balantsy?
13 Who has comprehended the mind of Yahweh, or instructed him as his counselor?
Ia ty nanoro i Arofo’ Iehovà, he ia ty mpañana’e mañòk’ aze?
14 From whom did he ever receive instruction? Who taught him the correct way to do things, and taught him knowledge, or showed to him the way of understanding?
Ia ty niharoa’e safiry, ia ty nampahafohiñe aze, ia ty nanoro aze i lalam-bantañey, naho nampandrendreke aze ty hilala vaho nañòke aze i oloñolon-kihitsey?
15 Look, the nations are like a drop in a bucket, and are regarded like the dust on the scales; see, he weighs the isles as a speck.
Toe tsopake an-tsajoa ao ze kilakila ondaty, iaheñe hoe deboke am-pingam-balantsy, vaho lanjaeñe hoe lemboke o tokonoseo.
16 Lebanon is not sufficient fuel, nor its wild animals sufficient for a burnt offering.
Tsy ampe horoañe ty Lebanone, tsy mahaenen-kisoroñañe o bibi’eo.
17 All the nations are insufficient before him; they are regarded by him as nothing.
Hoe hakoahañe añatrefa’e o fifeheañ’ iabio, volilien-ko tsy vente’e, ie ambane’ ty hatao kapaike.
18 To whom then will you compare God? To what idol will you liken him?
Hirinkiriñe’o ama’ ia arè t’i Andrianañahare? vintan’ inoñe ty hampanahafe’o ama’e?
19 An idol! A craftsman casts it: The goldsmith overlays it with gold and forges silver chains for it.
Hera i saren-draha natrana’ i mpitseney, naho nipakora’ i mpanefe-volamenay volamena, vaho nandranjia’ i mpanefe-volafotiy silisily volafoty?
20 To make an offering one chooses a wood that will not rot; he seeks a skillful artisan to make an idol that will not fall over.
Le eo ty rarake tsy mahalefe enga, joboñe’e ty hatae tsy ho momoke; paiae’e ty mpandranjy mahimbañe handranjy saren-draha tsy hitroetroe.
21 Have you not known? Have you not heard? Has it not been told you from the beginning? Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth?
Tsy fohi’o hao? Tsy jinanji’o hao? Tsy natalily ama’o am-pifotora’e añe hao? Tsy nirendre’o hao o manànta’ ty tane toio?
22 He is the one who sits above the horizon of the earth; and the inhabitants are like grasshoppers before him. He stretches out the heavens like a curtain and spreads them out as a tent to live in.
Ie ty miambesatse ambone’ ty fibontolia’ ty tane toy, o mpimone’eo ro manahake kijeja; Ie ty mandamake o likerañeo hoe lamba fañefetse, vaho mamelatse iereo hoe kivohom-pañialoañe.
23 He reduces rulers to nothing and makes the rulers of the earth insignificant.
Ie ty mamotsake roandriañe ho hakoahañe, naho ampinjarie’e ho tsy vente’e o mpizaka’ ty tane toio.
24 They are barely planted, barely sown, their stem has barely taken root in the earth, when he blows upon them and they wither, and the wind carries them away like straw.
Ie vaho nitongisañe, aniany te nararake; le namahatse an-tane ao o taho’eo; vaho miheatse t’ie tiofe’e, endese’ o tangololahio añe hoe ahe-maike.
25 “To whom then will you compare me, whom do I resemble?” says the Holy One.
Aa le hampanahafe’ areo ama’ ia te Izaho ro hambañe ama’e? Hoe i Masiñey.
26 Look up at the sky! Who has created all these stars? He leads out their formations and calls them all by name. By the greatness of his might and by the strength of his power, not one is missing.
Ampiandrandrao mb’añ’abo ey o fihaino’oo, mahaisaha: ia ty namboatse iareo? I mañakatse ty havasiaña’ iareo ami’ty ia’ey, hene kanjie’e amy tahina’ey, naho amy hara’elahin-kaozara’ey vaho am-panjofahan-kafatrara’e, leo raike tsy mikipe.
27 Why do you say, Jacob, and declare, Israel, “My way is hidden from Yahweh, and my God is not concerned about my vindication”?
Ino ty atao’o ty hoe, O Iakobe, naho saontsie’o ty hoe: Ry Israele, Mietake am’ Iehovà ty liako, tsy ahoan’ Añahareko o zokoo.
28 Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, Yahweh, the Creator of the ends of the earth, does not get tired or weary; there is no limit to his understanding.
Mboe tsy fohi’o hao? Tsy jinanji’o hao te tsy mitoirañe, tsy mokotse t’i Andrianañahare nainai’e, Iehovà Andrianamboatse o olon-taneo? Tsy taka-tsikaraheñe o hilala’eo.
29 He gives strength to the tired; and to the weak he gives renewed energy.
Ampaozare’e o midazidazìtseo; vaho hafatrare’e o tsy maozatseo.
30 Even young people become tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall:
Ndra te toirañe naho màmake o ajalahio, vaho mikoletra ty fanalolahy;
31 but those who wait for Yahweh will renew their strength; they will soar with wings like eagles; they will run and not be weary; they will walk and not faint.
Ho vaoen-kaozarañe o mahaliñe Iehovào; hionjoñe amañ’elatse hoe vantio; hilay fa tsy ho vozake, hinokitse fa tsy ho toirañe.
