Isaia 14
1 Aa ie tretreze’ Iehovà t’Iakobe, naho joboñe’e t’Israele, vaho hampimoneñe’e an-tane’ iareo eo; le hirekets’ am’ iereo ty renetane, hipitek’ amy anjomba’ Iakobey.
For Yahweh will have compassion on Jacob, And will yet choose Israel, And will give them rest upon their own soil, —And the sojourner, shall join himself, unto them, And they shall attach themselves unto the house of Jacob;
2 Ho rambese’ o kilakila’ ndatio naho hasese’iareo mb’an-toe’ iareo mb’eo; ie ho fanaña’ i anjomba’ Israeley ho mpitoroñe lahy naho ampela an-tane’ Iehovà ao; naho ho tsepahe’iareo o namahotse iareoo; vaho ho fehè’ iareo o namorekeke iareoo.
And peoples shall take them, and bring them into their own place, And the house of Israel shall possess themselves of them upon the soil of Yahweh for servants and for handmaids, —Thus shall they be taking captive their captors, And shall tread down their oppressors.
3 Ho tendreke amy andro hampanintsiña’ Iehovà anahareo amo fioremeña’ areoo, naho amo haorea’ areoo, naho amo fitromahañe namorekekeañe anahareoo,
And it shall come to pass, in the day when Yahweh shall give thee rest from thy toil, and from thy disquiet, —and from the hard service which had been laid upon thee,
4 t’ie ho ente’ areo amy mpanjaka’ i Baveley añe ty tafatoño toy, ami’ty hoe: akore te nijihetse i mpamorekekey! naho nipendreñe i fidabadoañey!
that thou shalt take up this taunt over the king of Babylon, and shalt say: —How hath ceased the oppressor! Ceased the exactress!
5 Fa pinoza’ Iehovà ty fitoño’ o lo-tserekeo, ty kobai’ o mpifeheo,
Broke hath Yahweh the staff of the lawless, —The sceptre of despots;
6 I nitolom-pamofoke ondatio ami’ty haboseha’ey, i nameleke ondatio ami’ty haviñera’e an-tsarerake tsy nimete kalañeñey.
Smiting peoples in passion With stroke unremitting, —Trampling, in anger, on nations, Persecution unhindered.
7 Manintsiñe iaby ty tane toy, vaho mitsiñe; ie ampipoñafan-tsabo.
Quiet, at rest, the whole earth, —Men have burst into shouting!
8 Eka mirebeke ty ama’o o sohihio, naho o mendorave’ i Lebanoneo: Kanao nazevoñ’ ambane irehe, tsy mitroatse ama’ay ty mpamira.
Yea the pine-trees, make mirth at thee, Cedars of Lebanon, Since thou wast laid low, No feller hath come up against us!
9 Mangetseketseke ty ama’o ty tsikeokeoke hifanalaka ama’o amy figodaña’oy; ampibarakaofe’e ty ama’o o angatseo, o nifeleke tan-tane atoio; songa miongake amo fiambesa’eo o mpanjakam-pifeheañeo. (Sheol h7585)
Hades beneath, is excited about thee To meet thine arrival, —Rousing up, for thee Shades, All the he-goats of earth! Maketh rise from their thrones, All the kings of the nations. (Sheol h7585)
10 Songa mifañontane ama’e manao ty hoe: Toe maleme manahake anay irehe! Ihe hambañe ama’ay!
All of them, answer, and say to thee, —Thou too, made strengthless, as we! Unto us, art thou like!
11 Fa nampanjotso azo mb’an-kibory mb’atoy ty firegevoha’o, reketse ty fikoraha’ o karara’oo; Nalamake ambane’o ao o oletseo, vaho mañohoñe azo o kànkañeo. (Sheol h7585)
Brought down to Hades, thy pride. The hum of thy harps, Beneath thee, is spread out corruption, And, thy coverlet—worms! (Sheol h7585)
12 Akore ty nideboña’o boak’ andikerañey, ry vasian-kandro, ana’ ty fanjirik’andro! Finira mb’an-tane, ihe nimpamotsake o fifeheañeo.
How hast thou fallen from heaven, O Shining One—Son of the Dawn! Hewn down to the earth, O crusher of nations!
13 Nanoe’o an-tro’o ao ty hoe: Hionjoñe mb’andikerañe mb’eo iraho, ambone’ o vasian’ Añahareo ty hañonjonako ty fiambesako, vaho hiambesatse am-bohim-pivory eo, amo ila’e avaratseo;
Yet, thou, didst say in thy heart—The heavens, will I ascend, Above the stars of GOD, will I lift up my throne, —That I may sit in the Mount of Assembly In the Recesses of the North:
14 Hionjoñe ambonen-dikera’ o rahoñeo iraho, hihambañako amy Abo-Tia.
I will mount on the hills of the clouds, I will match the Most High!
Howbeit, to Hades, shalt thou be brought down, —To the Recesses of the Pit! (Sheol h7585)
16 Hisamb’ azo o hahaisake azoo, hañarahara ty hoe: Itiañe hao indaty nampiezeñezeñe ty tane toiy, i nampihondrahondra o fifeheañeoy;
They who see thee, upon thee, will gaze, Upon thee, will thoughtfully muse, —Is this the man who startled the earth? Who terrified kingdoms?
17 Ty nanao ty tane toy ho ratraratra, naho nandrotsake o rova’eo; vaho tsy nanokake ty vala-bei’e himpolia’ o narohi’eo?
Who made the world like a desert? And its cities, brake down? Its prisoners, he loosed not, Each one to his home?
18 Songa mirotse ami’ty enge’e o mpanjaka’ o fifeheañeoo, ie iabikey, sindre an-kibori’e ao.
All the kings of the nations—they all, are lying in state Each one in his crypt;
19 F’ihe ka, ro navokovoko boak’ an-kibori’o ao hoe tsampañe tiva, an-tsaro’ ty vinono, tinomboke fibara, mihotrake mb’amo vato an-koboñeo hoe lolo linialiam-pandia.
But, thou, art flung out from thy grave, Like a scion detested, Beshrouded with slain, the pierced of the sword, Like a carcase trod underfoot:
20 Tsy hitrao-pileveñe am’ iereo, amy te narotsa’o ty tane’o vaho zinama’o ondati’oo; toe tsy ho tiahieñe ka ty tarira’ o lo-tserekeo.
As for them who go down to the stones of the Pit, Thou shalt not be united with them in burial; For thy land, thou didst ruin Thy people, didst slay, —Unnamed to times age-abiding, Be the seed of the wicked!
21 Mihentseña hanjamañe o ana’eo ty amo hakeon-droae’ iareoo; tsy mone hitroatse hitavañe ty voatse toy iereo, hanitsike o rova an-tane atoio.
Prepare—for his sons—shambles. For the iniquity of their fathers, —They shall not rise nor possess the earth, Nor fill the face of the world with cities.
22 Izaho, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy, ty hitroatse am’ iereo, vaho haitoako amy Bavele ty añarañe naho ty sehanga’e, ty tariratse naho ty tamingañe, hoe t’Iehovà.
I will rise. Then. against them, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, —And will cut off from Babylon Record and remnant And scion and seed, Declareth Yahweh.
23 Hatoloko ho fanaña’ ty trandrake, ho babangoa-mangenakenake; le ho piopioheko am-pamafa- karotsahañe, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy.
And will make her a possession for the bittern, And marshes of water, —And will sweep it with the besom of destruction, Declareth Yahweh of hosts.
24 Nifanta’ Iehovà’ i Màroy ty hoe: Toe ho tondroke ze fitsakoreako; hijadon-ko do’e ze aereñereko.
Yahweh of hosts, hath sworn, saying, —Surely as I intended, so, hath it come to pass, And as I purposed, the same, shall stand: —
25 Ho folaheko an-taneko ao ty Asore, ho lialiàko am-bohiko eo; habalake ty joka’e am’ iareo, vaho havotsotse an-tsoro’ iareo ty kilanka’e.
That I will break in pieces the Assyrian in my land, Yea upon my mountains, will I tread him underfoot, —So shall be removed from off them his yoke, And his burden, from off their shoulder shall be removed.
26 Izay ty safiry nalahatse ho a’ ty tane bey toy vaho itoy ty taña natora-kitsike amo fifeheañe iabio.
This, is the purpose that is purposed upon all the earth, —And, this, the hand outstretched over all the nations;
27 Naereñere’ Iehovà’ i Màroy, ia ty hahakalañe aze? Napololotse ty fità’e, ia ty hampipoly aze?
For, Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed, —And who shall frustrate? And, his, is the hand outstretched, And who shall turn it back?
28 Tamy taoñe nahavilasy i Akhaze mpanjaka, ty niheova’ ty entañe toy.
In the year that King Ahaz died, came this oracle: —
29 Ko mandia-taroba, ry Pilistý iabio, amy te pinozake ty kobaiñe nandafa azo, fa boak’ am-baha’ ty mereñe ty hitiria’ ty lapetake, ie ka ty hamoa fandrefeala mibela, mitiliñe.
Do not rejoice, Philistia, any of thee, In that the rod of him that smote thee, is broken, —For, out of the root of the serpent, shall come forth, a viper, And his fruit be a fiery dragon that flieth.
30 Hikama o loho rarakeo, naho hàndre am-pipalirañe ao o poi’eo; ho vonoeko ami’ty kerè o vaha’oo, izay ty hanjamanañe ty honka’o.
Then shall feed the firstborn of the poor, And the needy, in confidence lie down, —And I will kill with famine thy root, And thy residue, shall be slain.
31 Mañaoloa ry lalambey, mikoiha ry rova; mitranaha ry Pilistý, nahareo iaby; hehe te boak’ avaratse añe ty hatoeñe, tsy ama’e ty mitakàtrotse am-pirimboña’e.
Howl—O gate, Make outcry—O city, Dispersed art thou Philistia, all of thee, —For out of the north, a smoke cometh in, With no straggler in his ranks.
32 Akore arè ty hamaleañe o ira’ i fifeheañeio? T’ie naore’ Iehovà t’i Tsione le hitsoloke ama’e ondati’e misotrio.
What, then, shall one answer the messengers of a nation? That Yahweh, hath founded Zion, And in her, shall seek refuge the oppressed of his people.
