Isaia 25
1 Wee Jehova-rĩ, Wee nĩwe Ngai wakwa; nĩngũgũtũũgĩria na ngooce rĩĩtwa rĩaku, nĩgũkorwo nĩwĩkĩte maũndũ ma magegania, na maũndũ marĩa maabangĩtwo kuuma o tene, ũkamahingia na wĩhokeku waku mũkinyanĩru.
O LORD, You are my God! I will exalt You; I will praise Your name. For You have worked wonders— plans formed long ago— in perfect faithfulness.
2 Nĩũtũmĩte itũũra rĩrĩa inene rĩtuĩke hĩba ya mahiga, itũũra rĩu rĩirigĩre na hinya ũgatũma rĩanangwo, itũũra inene rĩrĩa rĩarĩ kĩĩhitho kĩa andũ a kũngĩ, ti itũũra rĩngĩ, na rĩtigaakwo rĩngĩ.
Indeed, You have made the city a heap of rubble, the fortified town a ruin. The fortress of strangers is a city no more; it will never be rebuilt.
3 Nĩ ũndũ ũcio andũ arĩa marĩ hinya nĩmagagũtĩĩa, namo matũũra manene ma ndũrĩrĩ iria itarĩ tha magwĩtigĩre.
Therefore, a strong people will honor You. The cities of ruthless nations will revere You.
4 Wee ũkoretwo ũrĩ rĩũrĩro rĩa athĩĩni, na rĩũrĩro rĩa abatari hĩndĩ ya mĩnyamaro yao, handũ ha kũũrĩra hĩndĩ ya kĩhuhũkanio, o na ta kĩĩruru gĩa kwĩyũa riũa. Nĩgũkorwo mĩhũmũ ya arĩa matarĩ tha ĩhaana kĩhuhũkanio kĩrĩa kĩgũthaga rũthingo na nditi,
For You have been a refuge for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like rain against a wall,
5 ningĩ ĩhaana ta ũrugarĩ wa werũ-inĩ. Wee nĩwe ũkiragia ngũĩ ya andũ a kũngĩ o ta ũrĩa ũrugarĩ ũnyiihagio nĩ kĩĩruru gĩa itu, na nĩ ũndũ ũcio rwĩmbo rwa acio matarĩ tha nĩrũtigĩte kũinwo.
like heat in a dry land. You subdue the uproar of foreigners. As the shade of a cloud cools the heat, so the song of the ruthless is silenced.
6 Kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩkĩ nĩkuo Jehova Mwene-Hinya-Wothe akaarugithĩria andũ othe iruga rĩa irio iria njega mũno, na iruga rĩa ndibei ĩrĩa njega mũno: iruga rĩa nyama iria njega mũno, o na ndibei ĩrĩa njega mũno makĩria.
On this mountain the LORD of Hosts will prepare a banquet for all the peoples, a feast of aged wine, of choice meat, of finely aged wine.
7 Kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩkĩ nĩkĩo akaanangĩra taama ũrĩa wohanĩtie andũ othe, na cuka ũrĩa ũhumbĩrĩte ndũrĩrĩ ciothe;
On this mountain He will swallow up the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations;
8 gĩkuũ nĩkũniinwo gĩkaaniinwo nginya tene. Ningĩ Mwathani Jehova nĩakagiria maithori, kuuma mothiũ mothe, na rũmena rũrĩa andũ ake mamenetwo na ruo arũniine, rũthire thĩ yothe. Jehova nĩwe warĩtie ũhoro ũcio.
He will swallow up death forever. The Lord GOD will wipe away the tears from every face and remove the disgrace of His people from the whole earth.
9 Mũthenya ũcio nĩmakoiga atĩrĩ, “Ti-itherũ ũyũ nĩwe Ngai witũ; nĩwe twehokire, nake agĩtũhonokia, ũyũ nĩwe Jehova, nĩwe twehokire; nĩtũkene na tũcanjamũke nĩ ũndũ wa ũhonokio wake.”
And in that day it will be said, “Surely this is our God; we have waited for Him, and He has saved us. This is the LORD for whom we have waited. Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.”
10 Nĩgũkorwo guoko kwa Jehova gũgaikaraga kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩkĩ; no Moabi gũkaarangĩrĩrio rungu rwake, o ta ũrĩa nyeki nyũmũ ĩrangagĩrĩrio thumu-inĩ.
For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain. But Moab will be trampled in his place as straw is trodden into the dung pile.
11 Magaatambũrũkĩria moko mao kuo, o ta ũrĩa mũthambĩri atambũrũkagia moko agĩĩthambĩra. Ngai nĩwe ũkaaharũrũkia mwĩtĩĩo wao, o na marĩ na wara wa wĩra ũrĩa marutaga na moko mao.
He will spread out his hands within it, as a swimmer spreads his arms to swim. His pride will be brought low, despite the skill of his hands.
12 Nĩakamomora thingo cianyu iria ndaihu ciakĩtwo na hinya, acigũithie thĩ; agaacimomora igwe thĩ, o rũkũngũ-inĩ.
The high-walled fortress will be brought down, cast to the ground, into the dust.
