Isaia 17
1 Indro, Damaskosy, dia rava tsy ho tanàna intsony, eny, tonga korontam-bato izy.
This is the burden against Damascus: “Behold, Damascus is no longer a city; it has become a heap of ruins.
2 Efa lao ny tanànan’ i Aroera ka ho an’ ny andian’ ny ondry aman’ osy, handry ao ireo, ka tsy hisy hanaitaitra azy,
The cities of Aroer are forsaken; they will be left to the flocks, which will lie down with no one to fear.
3 Ary tsy hisy tanàna mimanda intsony any Efraima, na fanjakana ao Damaskosy; Ary izay sisa amin’ i Syria dia hitovy voninahitra amin’ ny Zanak’ Isiraely; Hoy Jehovah, Tompon’ ny maro.
The fortress will disappear from Ephraim, and the sovereignty from Damascus. The remnant of Aram will be like the splendor of the Israelites,”
4 Ary amin’ izany andro izany dia hihena ny voninahitr’ i Jakoba, ary hihena ny hataviny.
“In that day the splendor of Jacob will fade, and the fat of his body will waste away,
5 Ary ho tahaka ny fanangon’ ny olona ny vary an-tahony amin’ ny fararano izany, ka tangosan’ ny sandriny ny salohim-bary; Eny, ho tahaka ny fanangon’ ny olona salohim-bary eny amin’ ny lohosahan’ ny Refaïta;
as the reaper gathers the standing grain and harvests the ears with his arm, as one gleans heads of grain in the Valley of Rephaim.
6 Kanefa hisy sisa hotsimponina ihany izy tahaka ny amin’ ny fikapohana ny hazo oliva: Hisy voany roa na telo ao an-tendrony ambony indrindra, efatra na dimy ao amin’ ny rantsan’ ny hazo mahavokatra, hoy Jehovah, Andriamanitry ny Isiraely.
Yet gleanings will remain, like an olive tree that has been beaten— two or three berries atop the tree, four or five on its fruitful branches,”
7 Amin’ izany andro izany dia hanandrandra ny Mpanao azy ny olona, ary ny masony hijery ny Iray Masin’ ny Isiraely,
In that day men will look to their Maker and turn their eyes to the Holy One of Israel.
8 Fa tsy hanandrandra ny alitara, asan’ ny tànany, intsony izy. Ary ny nataon’ ny rantsan-tànany tsy hahoany, na ny Aseraha, na ny tsangankazo ho an’ ny masoandro.
They will not look to the altars they have fashioned with their hands or to the Asherahs and incense altars they have made with their fingers.
9 Amin’ izany andro izany ny tanànany mafy, dia ho tahaka ny tany lao any an’ ala na any an-tampon-tendrombohitra Izay nilaozan’ ny olona teo anoloan’ ny Zanak’ Isiraely, ka dia ho foana ny tany.
In that day their strong cities will be like forsaken thickets and summits, abandoned to the Israelites and to utter desolation.
10 Fa nanadino an’ Andriamanitry ny famonjena anao ianao ary tsy nahatsiaro ny vatolampy fiarovana mafy ho anao, ka dia nanao voly mahafinaritra ianao ary zana-boaloboka avy amin’ ny firenena hafa no nambolenao teo;
For you have forgotten the God of your salvation and failed to remember the Rock of your refuge. Therefore, though you cultivate delightful plots and set out cuttings from exotic vines—
11 Tamin’ ny andro nambolenao azy dia nofefenao izy, ary nony maraina dia nampitsimohinao ilay nambolenao; nefa ho vokatra miavosa izany ho amin’ ny andro fangirifiriana sy fanaintainana tsy azo sitranina.
though on the day you plant you make them grow, and on that morning you help your seed sprout— yet the harvest will vanish on the day of disease and incurable pain.
12 Indrisy ny fihahohahon’ ny firenena maro! Izay mihahohaho tahaka ny feon’ ny ranomasina! Indrisy ny firohondrohon’ ny olona maro be! Tahaka ny firohondrohon’ ny rano manonja ny firohondrohony!
Alas, the tumult of many peoples; they rage like the roaring seas and clamoring nations; they rumble like the crashing of mighty waters.
13 Eny, mirohondrohona tahaka ny firohondrohon’ ny rano be ny firenena; kanefa hotezerana mafy izy, ka dia handositra lavitra ary ho lasa tahaka ny akofa eny an-tendrombohitra, raha paohin’ ny rivotra, sy tahaka ny fakom-bary mitambolimbolina entin’ ny tadio.
The nations rage like the rush of many waters. He rebukes them, and they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaff on the hills, like tumbleweeds before a gale.
14 Raha hariva ny andro, dia, injao, fampahatahorana; ary raha tsy mbola maraina akory aza, dia tsy ao intsony ireny. Izany no anjaran’ izay mamabo antsika sy tambin’ izay mandroba antsika.
In the evening, there is sudden terror! Before morning, they are no more! This is the portion of those who loot us and the lot of those who plunder us.
