Isaia 17
1 Ĩno nĩyo ndũmĩrĩri nditũ ĩkoniĩ Dameski: “Atĩrĩrĩ, itũũra rĩa Dameski rĩtigũcooka gũtuĩka itũũra inene rĩngĩ, no rĩrĩ, rĩgaatuĩka hĩba ya mwanangĩko.
The word about Damascus. See, they have made Damascus a town no longer; it has become a waste place.
2 Matũũra marĩa manene ma Aroeri nĩmagatiganĩrio, matigĩrwo ndũũru cia mbũri iria igaakomaga kũu, gũtarĩ mũndũ wa gũcimakia.
Her towns are unpeopled for ever; there the flocks take their rest in peace, without fear.
3 Kĩĩgitĩro kĩrĩa kĩrũmu kĩa Efiraimu nĩgĩkeherio, o na hinya wa ũthamaki weherio Dameski; namo matigari ma Suriata makaahaana o ta riiri wa andũ a Isiraeli,” ũguo nĩguo Jehova Mwene-Hinya-Wothe ekuuga.
The strong tower has gone from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus: the rest of Aram will come to destruction, and be made like the glory of the children of Israel, says the Lord of armies.
4 “Ihinda rĩu riiri wa Jakubu nĩ ũgaatheũka; naguo mwĩrĩ ũcio wake mũnoru ũhĩnje.
And it will be in that day that the glory of Jacob will be made small, and the strength of his body will become feeble.
5 Gũkaahaana o ta rĩrĩa mũgethi acookanagĩrĩria ngano ĩrĩa ĩtarĩ ngethe, akagetha ngano na guoko gwake: gũkahaana ta mũndũ ũkũhaara itira cia ngano Gĩtuamba-inĩ kĩa Refaimu.
And it will be like a man cutting the growth of his grain, pulling together the heads of the grain with his arm; even as when they get in the grain in the valley of Rephaim.
6 No rĩrĩ, nĩgũgatigwo ngano ĩngĩhaarwo, o ta ũrĩa maciaro ma mũtamaiyũ matangĩitĩka mothe mũtĩ ũcio ũngĩinainio, no ndamaiyũ igĩrĩ kana ithatũ nĩitigaraga honge-inĩ iria irĩ igũrũ gacũmbĩrĩ, o na inya kana ithano igatigara honge-inĩ iria irĩ na maciaro maingĩ,” ũguo nĩguo Jehova Ngai wa Isiraeli ekuuga.
But it will be like a man shaking an olive-tree, something will still be there, two or three berries on the top of the highest branch, four or five on the outside branches of a fertile tree, says the Lord, the God of Israel.
7 Mũthenya ũcio, andũ magaacũthĩrĩria Ũrĩa Mũũmbi wao, namo maitho mao marore Ũrĩa Mũtheru wa Isiraeli.
In that day a man's heart will be turned to his Maker, and his eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
8 Matigacũthĩrĩria igongona iria mathondekete na moko mao, na matikarũmbũiya itugĩ cia Ashera, na magongona marĩa methondekeire ma gũcinĩra ũbumba.
He will not be looking to the altars, the work of his hands, or to the wood pillars or to the sun-images which his fingers have made.
9 Mũthenya ũcio matũũra mao manene marĩa marĩ hinya, marĩa maatiganĩirio makĩũrĩra andũ a Isiraeli, makahaana ta kũndũ gũtiganĩrie gũgatuĩka gĩthaka, na gũgakũra mahuti. Namo matũũra macio magaakira ihooru.
In that day your towns will be like the waste places of the Hivites and the Amorites which the children of Israel took for a heritage, and they will come to destruction.
10 Nĩmũriganĩirwo nĩ Ngai, Mũhonokia wanyu; nĩmwagĩte kũririkana Rwaro rũu rwa Ihiga, o rũu kĩĩgitĩro kĩanyu. Nĩ ũndũ ũcio o na mũngĩkahaanda mĩmera ĩrĩa mĩega mũno, na mũhaande mĩthabibũ ya kuuma kũndũ kũngĩ,
For you have not given honour to the God of your salvation, and have not kept in mind the Rock of your strength; for this cause you made a garden of Adonis, and put in it the vine-cuttings of a strange god;
11 o na mũngĩgaatũma ĩkũre mũthenya o ro ũcio mũkaamĩhaanda, o na rũciinĩ rũrũ rũngĩ mũtũme ĩrute kĩro-rĩ, gũtirĩ magetha mũkoona mũthenya ũcio wa mũrimũ na ruo rũtangĩthira.
In the day of your planting you were watching its growth, and in the morning your seed was flowering: but its fruit is wasted away in the day of grief and bitter sorrow.
12 Ĩiya-ĩ, mũrurumo wa ndũrĩrĩ nyingĩ, iraruruma ta iria rĩkĩhuhũkania! Ĩiya-ĩ, inegene rĩa kĩrĩndĩ kĩranegena, o ta mũrurumo wa maaĩ maingĩ.
Ah! the voice of peoples, like the loud sounding of the seas, and the thundering of great nations rushing on like the bursting out of waters!
13 O na gũtuĩka ndũrĩrĩ iranegena na mũrurumo ta wa ndiihũ cia maaĩ maingĩ-rĩ, hĩndĩ ĩrĩa we mwene aacikũũma, ciũraga igathiĩ kũndũ kũraya mũno, ihurutĩtwo nĩ rũhuho ta ũrĩa mũũngũ ũrĩ irĩma-inĩ ũmbũragwo, kana ta riya rĩgĩthiũrũrũkio nĩ rũhuho rũnene.
But he will put a stop to them, and make them go in flight far away, driving them like the waste of the grain on the tops of the mountains before the wind, and like the circling dust before the storm.
14 Hwaĩ-inĩ, o rĩmwe gũkagĩa kĩmako kĩnene! Gũtanakĩa-rĩ, andũ matirĩ ho! Rĩu nĩrĩo igai rĩa andũ arĩa matũtunyaga indo ciitũ, ũcio nĩguo mũtĩ ũrĩa ũgwĩrĩire andũ arĩa matũtahaga indo ciitũ.
In the evening there is fear, and in the morning they are gone. This is the fate of those who take our goods, and the reward of those who violently take our property for themselves.
