Isaia 17
1 Ty nibekoeñe i Damesèke: Hehe te nasintake amy Damesèke ty maharova aze, fa ho votrem-porompotse.
A message about Damascus. Look, Damascus will cease to exist as city. Instead it will become a pile of ruins.
2 Naforintseñe o rova’ i Aroereo, ho fandrean’ añondry, tsy eo ty hañembañe iareo.
The towns of Aroer will be abandoned. Flocks will live in the streets and rest there, because there won't be anyone to chase them away.
3 Ho modo ka ty kijoli-abo’ i Efraime, naho ty fifehea’ i Damesèke; fa hanahake ty enge’ o nte-Israeleo ty sisa’ i Arame, hoe t’Iehovà’ i Màroy.
The fortified city will disappear from Ephraim, Damascus will no longer be a kingdom, and those that are left of the Arameans will be like the lost glory of Israel, declares the Lord Almighty.
4 Ie amy andro zay, le hanoeñe matify ty volonahe’ Iakobe, vaho hinike ho boroka ty havondra’ i sandri’ey.
At that time the glory of Jacob will fade away; he will lose his strength.
5 Le hanahake ty fanontonam-panatake o tsako miadaoroo, ie manifo o tsakoo an-tsira’e eo; eka le hanahake ty fañoroñañe ty voto’e ambavatane’ i Rafà ao.
It will look as empty as fields after reapers have harvested the grain, gathering up the grain in their arms. It will be like when people pick the heads of grain in the Valley of Rephaim.
6 Fe mbe hapoke eo ty nengañe, manahake ty fañintsañañe zaite, t’ie telo ndra roe ty an-dengo’ i singa’e amboney, lime ndra efatse ty an-katae miregorego, hoe t’Iehovà, Andrianañahare’ Israele.
Yet there will be some left behind, like an olive tree that has been shaken—two or three ripe olives are left at the top of the tree, four or five on its lower branches, declares the Lord, the God of Israel.
7 Amy andro zay, hañaoñe i Namboatse azey t’indaty, naho hampiandra fihaino mb’amy Masi’ Israeley
At that time people will pay attention to their Creator and look to the Holy One of Israel.
8 Tsy ho haoñe’e o kitrelio, o satam-pità’eo, vaho tsy ho tolihe’e o nitsenen-drambo-pità’eo, ndra o Asereo, ndra o kitrelin’ embokeo.
They won't believe in the altars they built and the idols they made; they will not look to the Asherah poles or the altars of incense.
9 O rova’e maozatseo amy andro zay, le ho koake hoe tsampa’e napoke añ’ala, hoe singa’e nadoke ty amo ana’ Israeleo, vaho hangoakoake ty ao.
At that time their fortified cities will be like places left to be taken over by bushes and trees, just as they were previously abandoned when the Israelites invaded. The country will become completely desolate.
10 Amy te nihaliño’o t’i Andrianañaharem-pandrombahañ’ azo, le nandikofa’o ty Lamilamin-kaozara’o; aa le hambole hatae soasoa irehe, vaho haketsa’o ho an-drahare ambahiny ty tora-katae.
You have forgotten the God who saves you; you have not remembered the Rock who protects you. So, even though you plant beautiful plants and grow exotic vines,
11 Nifahera’o amy andro nambolè’o azey, maraindray re ro ampamoñea’o i tiri’oy; fe votrim-porompotse ty ho voka’e, amy andron-kasilofañe naho fanaintaiñañey.
even though you make them grow on the day that you plant them, and have them blossom in the morning that you sow them, your harvest will heap of trouble on a day of grief and pain that cannot be cured.
12 Hedey! ty fikoraha’ o mitozantozañeo, mitroñe manahake ty fitroña’ i riakey; naho ty fidabadoà’ o kilakila ‘ndatio hambañe ami’ty fisorotombahan-drano bey!
Disaster is coming to the many nations that growl, growling like the raging sea! Disaster is coming to the peoples who roar, roaring like thundering waters!
13 Le hitabatroake manahake ty fitotsaha’ ty rano bey o fifeheañeo; fe hendaha’e, le hioratse añe iereo, vaho ho horidañeñe hoe kafo’e am-bohitsey añatrefa’ i tiokey, manahake ty fibòn-deboke miviombio aolo’ ty tiobey.
The nations roar like the roaring of crashing waves. But he confronts them, and they run far away, blown by the wind like chaff on the mountains, like tumbleweeds driven by a storm.
14 Ie hariva, hehe te hekoheko; ie miporea’ ty maraindray le tsy eo; izay ty anjara’ o mañaoke anaio, vaho ty tambe’ o mampikametse ama’aio.
Sudden terror comes in the evening! By morning, they're gone! This is what happens to those who loot us, the fate of those who plunder us.
