< Isaia 17 >

1 Ty nibekoeñe i Damesèke: Hehe te nasintake amy Damesèke ty maharova aze, fa ho votrem-porompotse.
The prophecy concerning Damascus. Behold, Damascus shall be no more a city; It shall become a heap of ruins.
2 Naforintseñe o rova’ i Aroereo, ho fandrean’ añondry, tsy eo ty hañembañe iareo.
The cities of Aroer shall be forsaken; They shall be pastures for flocks, Which shall lie down, and none shall make them afraid.
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 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 Ie amy andro zay, le hanoeñe matify ty volonahe’ Iakobe, vaho hinike ho boroka ty havondra’ i sandri’ey.
In that day shall the glory of Jacob sink away, And the fatness of his flesh become leanness.
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.
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 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.
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 Amy andro zay, hañaoñe i Namboatse azey t’indaty, naho hampiandra fihaino mb’amy Masi’ Israeley
In that day shall a man have regard to his Maker, And his eyes shall 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.
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 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.
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 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.
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 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.
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 Hedey! ty fikoraha’ o mitozantozañeo, mitroñe manahake ty fitroña’ i riakey; naho ty fidabadoà’ o kilakila ‘ndatio hambañe ami’ty fisorotombahan-drano bey!
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 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.
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 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.
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.

< Isaia 17 >