Isaia 18
1 Hankàñe, ty tane aman’elatse miñiñiñìñe, alafe’ o toraha’ i Koseo;
Tragedy is coming to the land of whirring wings that lies along the rivers of Ethiopia,
2 Ie mampañitrike sorotà mb’an-driake, an-dakam-binda lava ambone’ o ranoo! Dàñe ry mpihitrike, masikà, mb’ an-tane’ ondaty abo naho aman-kolitse mendoo; ondaty mampangebahebake ty ao naho ty añe; ondaty gañe vaho mandialia, i tane’ iareo zarazaraen-torahañey.
They send messengers downriver in papyrus boats. Swift messengers, go and take a message to a tall and smooth-skinned people, to a people feared by everyone, to a very powerful nation of conquerors, whose land is washed away by rivers.
3 Ry hene mpimoneñe ami’ty voatse toio, ry mpitoboke an-tane ao, ie mitroatse an-kaboa’ o vohitseo ty viloñe, le mahaisaha; naho mipopò i antsivay, mijanjiña.
All you people of the world, everyone who lives on earth—you will see when a banner is raised on the mountains, you will hear when a trumpet sounds.
4 Fa hoe ty nafè’ Iehovà amako: hitàn-kahendrean-dRaho, vaho hijilojilo boak’am- pimoneñako atoy, hoe hatrevohan-tsingilingilieñe an-tariñandroke, manahake raho-mika an-katrovoham-pitatahañe,
For this is what the Lord has told me: I will watch quietly from where I live, quiet as heat haze in sunlight, quiet as a mistcloud in the heat of harvest.
5 aolo’ i fitatahañey, ie fa nihintsam-boñe, ie mihamatoe i valoboke makiray, le ho hitsikitsifem-pibira miporengotse o singa’eo, handrantsañe o tsampa’e mandrevakeo.
For before the harvest, after the flower is gone and becomes an unripe grape, he prunes the vine with a knife to take out the shoots and branches.
6 Harongoñe eo iereo ho a o voro-pitsindroke am-bohitseo, naho ho a o bibin-kivokeo; le ho ama’e o voro-pitsindrokeo naho asara, vaho hiasotry ama’e ze hene bibi’ ty tane toy.
They will all be left as carrion for the birds of prey of the mountains, and for the wild animals. The birds will eat them in summer, and all the wild animals in winter.
7 Ie amy andro zay, hanese ravoravo am’ Iehovà’ i Màroy ondaty abo naho aman-kolitse mendoo, ondaty mampangebahebake ao naho añeo; foko gañe vaho mandialia, an-tane zarazaraen-torahañe; mb’an-toen-tahina’ Iehovà i Màroy: mb’ambohi-Tsione mb’eo.
At that time a gift will be brought to the Lord Almighty from a tall and smooth-skinned people, from a people feared by everyone, from a very powerful nation of conquerors, whose land is washed away by rivers. It will be brought to Mount Zion, the place identified with the Lord Almighty.
