Isaiah 57
1 The righteous hath perished, And there is none laying [it] to heart, And men of kindness are gathered, Without any considering that from the face of evil Gathered is the righteous one.
Mimosao o vantañeo fe tsy haoñe’ ty arofo’ ondaty; rambeseñ’ añe o matarikeo, fe tsy eo ty mitsakore t’ie nampiengañe amy raty ho aviy.
2 He entereth into peace, they rest on their beds, [Each] is going straightforward.
Mimoak’ am-pierañerañañe ao re, mitofa am-pandrea’e eo iereo, o mpañavelo an-kahiti’eo.
3 And ye, come near hither, O sons of a sorceress, seed of an adulterer, Even thou dost commit whoredom.
Fe miharinea ry anam-pamoreke, ry tirim-pañarapilo naho tsimirirane.
4 Against whom do ye sport yourselves? Against whom enlarge ye the mouth? Prolong ye the tongue? Are not ye children of transgression? a false seed?
Ia ty solè’ areo? Ia ty ampivañavañà’ areo vava, naho ibolobeaha’ areo? Tsy anam-piolàñe hao ry tirim-pandañirañeo?
5 Who are inflamed among oaks, under every green tree, Slaughtering the children in valleys, Under clefts of the rocks.
Inahareo mpañiri-mena ambane’ kileo ambane ze hatae mandrevakeo; o mpamono ajaja am-bavataneo, ambane’ o tevam-batoo.
6 Among the smooth things of a brook [is] thy portion, They — they [are] thy lot, Also to them thou hast poured out an oblation, Thou hast caused a present to ascend, For these things am I comforted?
Amo vato nivañeñe an-goledoñ’ ao ty anjara’o, mañeva azo izay, mbore nañiliña’o engan-drano, nibanabanà’o engan-kaneñe. Hitsiñe amy tsaraeñey hao iraho.
7 On a mountain, high and exalted, Thou hast set thy couch, Also thither thou hast gone up to make a sacrifice.
Fa nalafi’o ambone vohitse mitiotiotse eo ty tìhi’o; le nimb’eo hañenga soroñe,
8 And behind the door, and the post, Thou hast set up thy memorial, For from Me thou hast removed, and goest up, Thou hast enlarged thy couch, And dost covenant for thyself among them, Thou hast loved their couch, the station thou sawest,
nañoreñ’ajiba amboho lalañe naho tsotsoke ao; ie nañafa-tsaroñe fa tsy amako, niañambone, namelatse i tihi’oy, le nilahatse am’ iereo vaho nitea’o ty tihi’ iareo te nitsikaoreñe.
9 And goest joyfully to the king in ointment, And dost multiply thy perfumes, And sendest thine ambassadors afar off, And humblest thyself unto Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
Nomba’o reke-tsolike i mpanjakay, le nampitomboe’o o rano-mañi’oo, nampihitrife’o añe o sorotà’oo, ihe nihotrake mb’an-tsikeokeoke ao. (Sheol h7585)
10 In the greatness of thy way thou hast laboured, Thou hast not said, 'It is desperate.' The life of thy hand thou hast found, Therefore thou hast not been sick.
Nahamokotse azo ty halava’ i lia’oy; f’ie tsy nanao ty hoe: Po-pitamañe. Nisolebatse indraike ty fañiria’o, vaho tsy nilesa.
11 And of whom hast thou been afraid, and fearest, That thou liest, and Me hast not remembered? Thou hast not laid [it] to thy heart, Am not I silent, even from of old? And Me thou fearest not?
Ia ty nihembaña’o naho nañeveña’o? Akore te nandañira’o naho tsy nitiahie’o vaho tsy nitsakorea’o? Kanao hatr’ela’e ty nitsiñako ihe tsy mañeveñe amako.
12 I declare thy righteousness, and thy works, And they do not profit thee.
Ho taroñeko ty hamarentane’o, naho o fitoloña’oo— f'ie tsy ho vara ama’o.
13 When thou criest, let thy gatherings deliver thee, And all of them carry away doth wind, Take away doth vanity, And whoso is trusting in Me inheriteth the land, And doth possess My holy mountain.
Ihe mitoreo, hahahah’ azo hao o raha nahoro’oo; fa fonga hasiotsion-tioke, ho vavèn-kofòke mb’eo; fa ho fanaña’ i mitsoloke amakoy i taney, vaho ho lovae’e i vohiko miavakey.
14 And he hath said, 'Raise up, raise up, prepare a way, Lift a stumbling-block out of the way of My people.'
Le ho koiheñe ty hoe: Ahifiho mañambone, Aobòño ambone ey, afaho iaby ze sebañe an-dala’ ondatikoo.
15 For thus said the high and exalted One, Inhabiting eternity, and holy [is] His name: 'In the high and holy place I dwell, And with the bruised and humble of spirit, To revive the spirit of the humble, And to revive the heart of bruised ones,'
Fa hoe ty nafè’ i Antiotiotsey, i Andindimoneñe mpimoneñe an-tsi-fimodoañey, ie kanjieñe ty hoe: Masiñe. Izaho mpitoboke amy abo naho masiñey—mpiamako ty mibàboke naho ty mirèke añ’ova’e ao, hameloñe ty arofo miambane, vaho hampibodañe ty troke misoloho.
16 For, not to the age do I strive, nor for ever am I wroth, For the spirit from before Me is feeble, And the souls I have made.
Toe tsy hifañotakotake nainai’e iraho, vaho tsy ho boseke kitro katroke; hera hamoe’ay o troke aolokoo, naho o arofo nitsenèkoo.
17 For the iniquity of his dishonest gain, I have been wroth, and I smite him, Hiding — and am wroth, And he goeth on turning back in the way of his heart.
Ty haratia’ i fihaña’ey ty nibosehako naho nandafàko, nietake am-pifomboan-draho; f’ie nitolom-piola ami’ty fombàn-tro’e.
18 His ways I have seen, and I heal him, yea, I lead him, And recompense comforts to him and to his mourning ones.
Fa nitreako o sata’eo, fe ho jangañeko; naho hiaoloako, vaho ho vaoeko ama’e naho amo mpandala’eo ty fañohòañe.
19 Producing the fruit of the lips, 'Peace, peace,' to the far off, and to the near, And I have healed him, said Jehovah.
Izaho ty mitsene o vokam-pivimbio; fanintsiñañe, fanintsiñañe, amy tsietoitaney naho amy marivoy, hoe t’Iehovà, vaho ho melañeko.
20 And the wicked [are] as the driven out sea, For to rest it is not able, And its waters cast out filth and mire.
Fa manahake i riake mivalitaboakey o lo-tserekeo; amy te tsy mete mipendreñe, vaho aretsa’ o ranoo mañambone ty leotse naho loto.
21 There is no peace, said my God, to the wicked!
Tsy am-pierañerañañe o rati-tserekeo. hoe t’i Andrianañahareko,
