Aịzaya 17
1 Nke a bụ amụma megide Damaskọs, isi obodo Siria. “Lee, Damaskọs agaghị adịkwa! Ọ gaghị abụkwa obodo ọzọ, kama ọ ga-aghọ mkpọmkpọ ebe, nke zedara ezeda.
The word about Damascus. See, they have made Damascus a town no longer; it has become a waste place.
2 Ọ dịkwaghị onye ga-ebi nʼime nʼobodo niile nke Aroea, ọ ga-adịrị igwe atụrụ na ehi dị iche iche, ndị ga-amakpu, ọ dịkwaghị onye ga-eme ka egwu tụọ ha nʼebe ahụ.
Her towns are unpeopled for ever; there the flocks take their rest in peace, without fear.
3 Ebe e wusiri ike nke Ifrem agaghị adịkwa, ya na ike alaeze nke sị Damaskọs, ndị fọdụrụ nke Aram ga-adị ka ebube nke ndị Izrel,” otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile kwubiri ya.
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 “Nʼụbọchị ahụ, a ga-eme ka nsọpụrụ Jekọb nwere bụrụ ihe e wedara nʼala. Abụba dịkwa ya nʼahụ ga-atalata.
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 Ọ ga-adị ka ubi e si nʼime ya wee ihe mkpụrụ site nʼọka guzoro ọtọ, na-achịkọta mkpụrụ nʼogwe aka ha dịka mgbe mmadụ na-atụtụkọta mkpụrụ site nʼigbo ọka nʼime Ndagwurugwu Refaim.
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 Ma ọ bụ ole na ole nʼime mkpụrụ ahụ ga-afọdụkwa, dịka mgbe a kuchasịrị osisi oliv, hapụ mkpụrụ abụọ maọbụ atọ, nke dị nʼalaka kachasị elu, maọbụ mkpụrụ anọ maọbụ ise a hapụrụ nʼọnụ ọnụ alaka nke ahụ mịrị mkpụrụ.” Otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, Chineke Izrel kwubiri ya.
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 Nʼụbọchị ahụ, ha ga-echeta onye kere ha, nweekwa nsọpụrụ nʼebe Onye nsọ nke Izrel nọ.
In that day a man's heart will be turned to his Maker, and his eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
8 Nʼụbọchị ahụ, ha agaghị elekwasịkwa chi ha dị iche iche anya ka ha nyere ha aka. Ha agakwaghị efe ihe ndị ahụ ha ji aka ha mee. Ha agakwaghị asọpụrụ chi nwanyị ha bụ Ashera, maọbụ ebe ịchụ aja ụda na-esi isi ụtọ nke mkpịsịaka kpụrụ.
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 Nʼụbọchị ahụ, obodo ha niile e wusiri ike, nke ha hapụrụ nʼihi ndị Izrel, ga-adị ka ebe ahapụrụ ahapụ nye oke ọhịa na ahịhịa nke ọhịa. Ebe niile ga-abụ nnọọ mkpọmkpọ ebe.
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 Nʼihi na ị chezọla Chineke onye na-azọpụta gị. I chetaghị Nkume ahụ, nke bụ ebe mgbaba gị. Ya mere, ọ masịkwa gị kụọ ihe ọkụkụ dị iche iche nke dị ụtọ, maọbụ manye alaka osisi vaịnị ị si nʼala ọzọ bubata,
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 ọ bụrụkwa na i mee ka ha too nʼụbọchị ahụ ị kụnyere ha nʼala, maọbụ na ha mara ifuru nʼụtụtụ ụbọchị ahụ ị kụnyere ha nʼala, ị gaghị aghọta mkpụrụ ọ mịrị, nʼihi na ọ bụ naanị ọrịa na ihe mgbu ka ha ga-ewetara gị.
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 Ahaa, lee ụzụ nke ọtụtụ mmadụ na-eme, nke yiri mkpọtụ oke osimiri. Ọ bụ mkpọtụ nke mba dị iche iche; ha na-eme mkpọtụ dị ka nnugharị nke ọtụtụ osimiri.
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 Ọ bụ ezie na ha na-agbọ ụja dịka mkpọtụ nke oke osimiri, ma Chineke ga-abara ha mba nke ga-eme ka ha gbaa ọsọ. A ga-achụsa ha dịka ifufe si efesa igbugbo ọka, na dịka mpempe akwụkwọ ifufe siri ike na-ebugharị gburugburu gburugburu.
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 Nʼanyasị, ha na-eme ka oke egwu dịrị, tutu ruo ụtụtụ, ha adịghịkwa. Nke a bụ ihe nketa dịịrị ndị ahụ na-apụnara anyị ihe anyị nwere nʼike. E, ọ bụ ihe nza ruru ndị ahụ ji ike na-anakọrọ anyị ihe anyị nwere.
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.
