< Isaia 18 >
1 Hankàñe, ty tane aman’elatse miñiñiñìñe, alafe’ o toraha’ i Koseo;
Ho, land shadowed [with] wings, That [is] beyond the rivers of Cush,
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.
That is sending by sea ambassadors, Even with implements of reed on the face of the waters, — Go, ye light messengers, Unto a nation drawn out and peeled, Unto a people fearful from its beginning and onwards, A nation meeting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled.
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 ye inhabitants of the world, And ye dwellers of earth, At the lifting up of an ensign on hills ye look, And at the blowing of a trumpet ye hear.
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 thus said Jehovah unto me, 'I rest, and I look on My settled place, As a clear heat on an herb. As a thick cloud of dew 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 harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then hath [one] cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches he hath turned aside, cut down.
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 are left together to the ravenous fowl of the mountains, And to the beast of the earth, And summered on them hath the ravenous fowl, And every beast of the earth wintereth on them.
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 brought is a present to Jehovah of Hosts, A nation drawn out and peeled. Even of a people fearful from the beginning hitherto, A nation meting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled, Unto the place of the name of Jehovah of Hosts — mount Zion!'