Isaiah 17
1 The burden of Damascus. Lo, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it hath been a heap — a ruin.
Spriedums par Damasku: Redzi, Damaska taps nomesta, ka vairs nav pilsēta, bet sagruvusi akmeņu kopa.
2 Forsaken are the cities of Aroer, For droves they are, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
Aroēra pilsētas būs atstātas ganāmiem pulkiem; tie tur apmetīsies un neviens tos neizbiedēs.
3 And ceased hath the fortress from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the honour of the sons of Israel, The affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts!
Un stiprums zudīs no Efraīma un valdīšana no Damaskas, un kas no Sīriešiem atlikuši, tie būs kā Israēla bērnu godība, saka Tas Kungs Cebaot.
4 And it hath come to pass, in that day, Wax poor doth the honour of Jacob, And the fatness of his flesh doth wax lean.
Un notiks tai dienā, ka Jēkaba godība ies mazumā, un viņa treknā miesa izdils.
5 And it hath come to pass, As the gathering by the reaper of the standing corn, And his arm the ears reapeth, And it hath come to pass, As the gathering of the ears in the valley of Rephaim,
Jo tā būs, kā pļāvējs sakampj labību, un viņa roka pļauj vārpas, un būs, kā kad vārpas lasa Refaīm ielejā.
6 And left in him have been gleanings, As the compassing of an olive, Two — three berries on the top of a branch, Four — five on the fruitful boughs, The affirmation of Jehovah, God of Israel!
Tomēr atlikums tur atliksies, kā pie eļļas koka, kad to nokrata, kādas divas trīs ogas pašā koka galā, un kādas četras piecas pie viņa auglīgiem zariem, saka Tas Kungs, Israēla Dievs.
7 In that day doth man look to His Maker, Yea, his eyes to the Holy One of Israel look,
Tanī dienā cilvēks skatīsies uz savu Radītāju, un viņa acis raudzīsies uz to Svēto iekš Israēla.
8 And he looketh not unto the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made He seeth not — the shrines and the images.
Un neskatīsies uz tiem altāriem, ko paša rokas cēlušas, un neraudzīsies uz to, ko viņa pirksti ir taisījuši, nedz uz tām Ašerām nedz uz tiem saules stabiem.
9 In that day are the cities of his strength As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It also hath been a desolation.
Tanī dienā viņa stiprās pilsētas būs kā mežos un kalnos sagruvušas pilis, ko tie atstājuši, no Israēla bērniem bēgdami, un būs posts.
10 Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, And the rock of thy strength hast not remembered, Therefore thou plantest plants of pleasantness, And with a strange slip sowest it,
Jo tu esi aizmirsis Dievu, savu Pestītāju, un neesi pieminējis sava patvēruma klinti.
11 In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap [is] the harvest in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
Tādēļ tu gan stādīji skaistus dārzus un apstādīji ar svešas zemes stādiem. Tai dienā, kad tu tos stādīji, tu tos gan apkopi, un strādāji, ka tavam sējumam agri bija jāzied, bet tas pļaujamais iznīks bēdu laikā un nāves skumjās.
12 Woe [to] the multitude of many peoples, As the sounding of seas they sound; And [to] the wasting of nations, As the wasting of mighty waters they are wasted.
Vai, lielu tautu rūkšana, kas kauc, kā jūra kauc, un ļaužu pulku troksnis, kas rūc, kā vareni ūdeņi krāc.
13 Nations as the wasting of many waters are wasted, And He hath pushed against it, And it hath fled afar off, And been pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a hurricane.
Tautas rūc, kā lieli ūdeņi krāc, bet Viņš to aprāj, un tas bēg tālu nost un top dzenāts kā pelus pa kalniem no vēja, kā putekļi no viesuļa.
14 At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
Vakara laikā, - redzi, briesmas; pirms gaisma aust, pagalam! Šī ir tā alga mūsu laupītājiem, un tā tiesa mūsu postītājiem.
