Isaia 17
1 Indro, Damaskosy, dia rava tsy ho tanàna intsony, eny, tonga korontam-bato izy.
The prophecy concerning Damascus. Behold, Damascus shall be no more a city; It shall 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 shall be forsaken; They shall be pastures for flocks, Which shall lie down, and none shall make them afraid.
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 shall cease from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, and the rest of Syria; It shall be with them as with the glory of the children of Israel, Saith Jehovah of hosts.
4 Ary amin’ izany andro izany dia hihena ny voninahitr’ i Jakoba, ary hihena ny hataviny.
In that day shall the glory of Jacob sink away, And the fatness of his flesh become leanness.
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 shall be as when the harvest-man gathereth the corn, And reapeth the ears with his arm; Yea, as when one gleaneth 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.
There shall be left in it only a gleaning, as in the olive-harvest, Two or three berries on the top of the highest bough, Four or five on the fruitful branches, Saith Jehovah, the 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 shall a man have regard to his Maker, And his eyes shall 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.
He shall not look to the altars, the work of his hands, Nor have respect to that which his fingers have made, The images of Astarte and the Sun-pillars.
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 shall his fortified cities be like ruins in the forests, or on the mountain tops, Which the enemy left, in flight from the children of Israel; And the land shall be 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;
For thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, And hast not been mindful of the rock of thy strength; Therefore though thou plant beautiful plants, And set shoots from a foreign soil,
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.
When thou hast planted them, though thou hedge them in, And in the morning bring thy plants to the blossom, Yet shall the harvest flee away, In the day of pain and desperate sorrow.
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! a tumult of many nations! They rage with the raging of the sea. Alas! a roaring of kingdoms! They roar with the roaring 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.
Like the roaring of mighty waters do the nations roar; He rebuketh them, and they flee away, Driven like the chaff of the mountains before the wind, Like stubble before the whirlwind.
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 the time of evening, behold, terror! Before morning, behold, they are no more! This is the portion of them that spoil us, And the lot of them that plunder us.
