< Isaiah 17 >
1 The burden of Damascus. Lo, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it hath been a heap — a ruin.
Adehunu a ɛfa Damasko ho: “Hwɛ, Damasko renyɛ kuropɔn bio ɛbɛdane ayɛ mmubuiɛ sie.
2 Forsaken are the cities of Aroer, For droves they are, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
Aroer nkuropɔn bɛdane nkurofon na wɔagya ama nnwankuo ama wɔadeda hɔ, a obiara renyi wɔn hu.
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!
Kuropɔn a wɔabɔ ho ban bɛyera wɔ Efraim, adehyetumi nso bɛfiri Damasko; Aram nkaeɛfoɔ bɛyɛ Israelfoɔ animuonyam,” Sɛdeɛ Asafo Awurade seɛ nie.
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.
“Ɛda no, Yakob animuonyam bɛpa; na ne mu sradeɛ bɛsa.
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,
Ɛbɛyɛ sɛdeɛ otwafoɔ twa aburoo a ɛgyina afuo so na ɔde ne nsa pempan sɛ ɛberɛ a obi redi mpɛpɛwa wɔ Refaim Bɔnhwa mu.
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!
Nanso mpɛpɛwa no mu bi bɛka, sɛdeɛ wɔwoso ngo dua a ɛyɛ no; ɛka aba no mmienu anaa mmiɛnsa wɔ atifi mman no so, ne ɛnan anaa enum wɔ mman a ɛsoɔ no so,” sɛdeɛ Awurade, Israel Onyankopɔn seɛ nie.
7 In that day doth man look to His Maker, Yea, his eyes to the Holy One of Israel look,
Saa ɛda no, nnipa de wɔn ani bɛto wɔn Yɛfoɔ so na wɔadane wɔn ani ahwɛ Israel Ɔkronkronni no.
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.
Wɔremfa wɔn ho nto afɔrebukyia a ɛyɛ wɔn nsa ano adwuma no so, na wɔbɛbu Asera afɔrebukyia ne nnuhwan afɔrebukyia a wɔde wɔn nsateaa ayɛ no animtia.
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.
Ɛda no, wɔn nkuropɔn a ɛwɔ banbɔ denden a Israelfoɔ enti wɔgyaa hɔ no bɛyɛ sɛ mmeammea a wɔagya ama nnɔtɔ ne wira. Ne nyinaa bɛda mpan.
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,
Mo werɛ afiri Onyankopɔn, mo Agyenkwa, na monkaee Ɔbotan no, mo aban no. Enti ɛwom sɛ mopɛ nnua papa na modua bobe a moatɔ afiri amanɔne.
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.
Ɛwom sɛ ɛda a moduaeɛ no, momaa ɛnyiniiɛ anɔpa a moduaeɛ no, na moma ɛguu nhwiren. Nanso otwa no renyɛ hwee sɛ yadeɛ ne ɔyea a wɔntumi nsa.
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.
Ao aman dodoɔ no nhurusoɔ, wɔhuruso te sɛ ɛpo a ɛrebɔ asorɔkye! Ao nnipa dodoɔ nworosoɔ, wɔworoso sɛ nsuo akɛseɛ!
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.
Ɛwom sɛ nnipa dodoɔ no woro so te sɛ nsuo a ɛresene mmirika so, nanso, Onyankopɔn bɛka wɔn anim ama wɔadwane akɔ akyirikyiri, te sɛ ntɛtɛ a mframa bɔ gu wɔ bepɔ so te sɛ anweatam so wira a mframa den rebɔ no.
14 At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
Anwummerɛ, wɔbɔ yɛn hu awerɛfirie mu. Nanso ansa na adeɛ bɛkye no, na wɔkɔ dada! Wɔn a wɔfo yɛn nneɛma, ne wɔn a wɔbɔ yɛn korɔno kyɛfa nie.