Isaiah 17
1 The burden of Damascus. Lo, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it hath been a heap — a ruin.
Maloba ya kosambisa Damasi: « Tala, Damasi ekotikala lisusu engumba te, ekokoma nde liboke ya libebi.
2 Forsaken are the cities of Aroer, For droves they are, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
Bingumba ya Aroeri ekotikala lisusu na bato te, ekotikala nde mpo na bibwele oyo ekokoma kolala kuna, oyo moto ata moko te akobangisa.
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!
Bingumba batonga makasi ekolimwa na Efrayimi, mpe nguya ya bokonzi ekolimwa na Damasi. Batikali ya Siri bakokoma lokola nkembo ya bana ya Isalaele, » elobi Yawe, Mokonzi ya mampinga.
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.
« Na mokolo wana, lokumu ya Jakobi ekosila, mafuta ya misuni ya nzoto na ye ekosila.
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,
Ekozala lokola tango basangisaka matiti ya ble mpe loboko ya moloni ebukaka mito na yango, lokola tango balokotaka mito ya ble oyo ekweyaka na lubwaku ya bato ya Refayimi.
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!
Kasi kaka ndambo moke ya mito ya ble nde etikalaka; lokola tango baningisaka nzete mpo na kobuka bambuma ya olive, bongo bambuma mibale to misato etikalaka na songe ya bitape, mpe minei to mitano etikalaka na bitape ya se, » elobi Yawe, Nzambe ya Isalaele.
7 In that day doth man look to His Maker, Yea, his eyes to the Holy One of Israel look,
Na mokolo wana, bato bakotalela Mokeli na bango mpe bakobalola miso na bango epai ya Mosantu ya Isalaele;
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.
bakotalela lisusu bitumbelo te oyo ezali misala ya maboko na bango, mpe miso na bango ekotala lisusu te misala ya misapi na bango: makonzi ya Ashera mpe bitumbelo ya malasi ya ansa.
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.
Na mokolo wana, bakosundola bingumba na bango oyo batonga makasi ndenge basundolaki banzete mpe bangomba liboso ya bana ya Isalaele. Nyonso ekobebisama penza.
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,
Mpo ete obosani Nzambe, Mobikisi na yo, oboyi kokanisa Libanga oyo azali Ekimelo na yo, okolisi banzete ya kitoko mpe oloni banzete ya vino ya bapaya.
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.
Kaka na mokolo oyo olonaki yango, omonaki yango kobimisa mito; mpe na tongo makasi, nkona na yo ebimisaki bafololo. Na mokolo ya pasi, milona na yo ekomonana pamba, mpe pasi yango ekoki kosila te.
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.
Mawa na ebele ya bato! Tala ndenge bazali koganga lokola makelele ya ebale monene! Bato ya bikolo bazali koganga lokola lokito ya mayi ya ebale monene!
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.
Ata bato ya bikolo bazali koganga lokola makelele ya mayi ya bibale minene, bakimaka penza mosika tango Yawe apamelaka bango; bakimaka lokola matiti na bangomba na tango ya mopepe, lokola putulu na tango ya mopepe makasi.
14 At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
Na pokwa, somo ya pwasa nde eyaka! Bongo liboso ete tongo etana, eloko moko te etikalaka! Yango nde lifuti ya bato oyo banyokolaka biso, mpe mbano ya bato oyo bamonisaka biso pasi.
