Ezayi 17
1 Maloba ya kosambisa Damasi: « Tala, Damasi ekotikala lisusu engumba te, ekokoma nde liboke ya libebi.
The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it has been a heap—a ruin.
2 Bingumba ya Aroeri ekotikala lisusu na bato te, ekotikala nde mpo na bibwele oyo ekokoma kolala kuna, oyo moto ata moko te akobangisa.
The cities of Aroer are forsaken, They are for droves, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
3 Bingumba batonga makasi ekolimwa na Efrayimi, mpe nguya ya bokonzi ekolimwa na Damasi. Batikali ya Siri bakokoma lokola nkembo ya bana ya Isalaele, » elobi Yawe, Mokonzi ya mampinga.
And the fortress has ceased from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the glory of the sons of Israel, A declaration of YHWH of Hosts!
4 « Na mokolo wana, lokumu ya Jakobi ekosila, mafuta ya misuni ya nzoto na ye ekosila.
And it has come to pass in that day, The glory of Jacob waxes poor, And the fatness of his flesh waxes lean.
5 Ekozala lokola tango basangisaka matiti ya ble mpe loboko ya moloni ebukaka mito na yango, lokola tango balokotaka mito ya ble oyo ekweyaka na lubwaku ya bato ya Refayimi.
And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the standing grain by the reaper, And his arm reaps the ears, And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the ears in the Valley of Rephaim,
6 Kasi kaka ndambo moke ya mito ya ble nde etikalaka; lokola tango baningisaka nzete mpo na kobuka bambuma ya olive, bongo bambuma mibale to misato etikalaka na songe ya bitape, mpe minei to mitano etikalaka na bitape ya se, » elobi Yawe, Nzambe ya Isalaele.
And gleanings have been left in him, As the surrounding of an olive, Two—three berries on the top of a branch, Four—five on the fruitful boughs, A declaration of YHWH, God of Israel!
7 Na mokolo wana, bato bakotalela Mokeli na bango mpe bakobalola miso na bango epai ya Mosantu ya Isalaele;
In that day man looks to His Maker, Indeed, his eyes look to the Holy One of Israel,
8 bakotalela lisusu bitumbelo te oyo ezali misala ya maboko na bango, mpe miso na bango ekotala lisusu te misala ya misapi na bango: makonzi ya Ashera mpe bitumbelo ya malasi ya ansa.
And he does not look to the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made, He does not see—the Asherim and the images.
9 Na mokolo wana, bakosundola bingumba na bango oyo batonga makasi ndenge basundolaki banzete mpe bangomba liboso ya bana ya Isalaele. Nyonso ekobebisama penza.
In that day the cities of his strength are As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It has also been a desolation.
10 Mpo ete obosani Nzambe, Mobikisi na yo, oboyi kokanisa Libanga oyo azali Ekimelo na yo, okolisi banzete ya kitoko mpe oloni banzete ya vino ya bapaya.
Because you have forgotten the God of your salvation, And have not remembered the Rock of your strength, Therefore you plant plants of pleasantness, And sow it with a strange shoot,
11 Kaka na mokolo oyo olonaki yango, omonaki yango kobimisa mito; mpe na tongo makasi, nkona na yo ebimisaki bafololo. Na mokolo ya pasi, milona na yo ekomonana pamba, mpe pasi yango ekoki kosila te.
You cause your plant to become great in the day, And make your seed to flourish in the morning, The harvest [is] a heap in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
12 Mawa na ebele ya bato! Tala ndenge bazali koganga lokola makelele ya ebale monene! Bato ya bikolo bazali koganga lokola lokito ya mayi ya ebale monene!
Woe [to] the multitude of many peoples, They sound as the sounding of seas; And the roaring of nations, As the roaring of mighty waters [that] make a crashing.
13 Ata bato ya bikolo bazali koganga lokola makelele ya mayi ya bibale minene, bakimaka penza mosika tango Yawe apamelaka bango; bakimaka lokola matiti na bangomba na tango ya mopepe, lokola putulu na tango ya mopepe makasi.
Nations crash as the roaring of many waters, And He rebuked them, And they fled far off, And were pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a windstorm.
14 Na pokwa, somo ya pwasa nde eyaka! Bongo liboso ete tongo etana, eloko moko te etikalaka! Yango nde lifuti ya bato oyo banyokolaka biso, mpe mbano ya bato oyo bamonisaka biso pasi.
At evening, behold, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
