Isaia 17
1 Indro, Damaskosy, dia rava tsy ho tanàna intsony, eny, tonga korontam-bato izy.
The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it has been a heap—a ruin.
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 are for droves, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
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.
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 Ary amin’ izany andro izany dia hihena ny voninahitr’ i Jakoba, ary hihena ny hataviny.
And it has come to pass in that day, The glory of Jacob waxes poor, And the fatness of his flesh waxes lean.
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;
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 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.
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 Amin’ izany andro izany dia hanandrandra ny Mpanao azy ny olona, ary ny masony hijery ny Iray Masin’ ny Isiraely,
In that day man looks to His Maker, Indeed, his eyes look 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.
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 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 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 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;
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 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.
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 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!
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 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.
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 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.
At evening, behold, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
