Isaia 32
1 Oniño te hifelek’ an-kavañonañe ty mpanjaka, vaho hifehe an-katò o roandriañeo.
Lo, for righteousness doth a king reign, As to princes, for judgment they rule.
2 Le hanahake ty fipalirañe ami’ty tioke t’indaty, naho hoe fitampiñañe ami’ty lihits’ orañe, hoe rano mitsiritsioke an-tane kànkañe, hambañe ami’ty tevam-bato ialofañe an-tane kirikintañe ao.
And each hath been as a hiding-place [from] wind, And as a secret hiding-place [from] inundation, As rivulets of waters in a dry place, As a shadow of a heavy rock in a weary land.
3 Le tsy hakipe ty fihaino’ o mahaisakeo; vaho hitsendreñe ty ravembia mahajanjiñe.
And not dazzled are the eyes of beholders, And the ears of hearers do attend.
4 Haharendre-kilala ty fivetsevetse bei-àreke, hiaren-tsaontsy ty famele’ o mènekeo.
And the heart of those hastened Understandeth to know, And the tongue of stammerers hasteth to speak clearly.
5 Tsy hatao vañoñe ka ty dagola, le tsy hatao matarike ty tsivokatse;
A fool is no more called 'noble,' And to a miser it is not said, 'rich;'
6 Amy te mivolam-borosode ty gege, mikitro-draha raty ty tro’e, hitoloñe tsy aman-Kake, hivolañ’ ota am’ Iehovà, kefohe’e ty tro’ i saliko, vaho kapaihe’e ty fitovi’ i taliñiereñey.
For a fool speaketh folly, And his heart doth iniquity, to do profanity, And to speak concerning Jehovah error, To empty the soul of the hungry, Yea, drink of the thirsty he causeth to lack.
7 Tsy vente’e ty harao’ o tsivokatseo; kiniae’e loza an-tambaimbaiñe o rarakeo, ndra te mivolan-to i misotriy.
And the miser — his instruments [are] evil, He hath counselled wicked devices, To corrupt the poor with lying sayings, Even when the needy speaketh justly.
8 Misafiry fatarihañe ty matarike, naho i fatariha’e ty ijadoña’e.
And the noble counselled noble things, And he for noble things riseth up.
9 Miongaha ry rakemba miagarègañeo, janjiño o feokoo; ry anak’ampela mitabonìtseo anoloro sofiñe o lañonakoo.
Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear [to] my saying,
10 Ho ampoheke nahareo te peake ty taoñe tovoñañ’ andro ry tsidaredareo; fa tsy hamokatse o vaheo, tsy ho toly i fanontonañey.
Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.
11 Mititititiha, ry miaiñañoleñañeo, mimahimahiña ry miandrañandrañeo; mañametsametsà, miboridaña, misikina gony an-tohake
Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins,
12 Mikabokaboha araña ty amo tonda nisoao, naho amo vahe niregoregoo,
For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
13 ty amy tane-hoba’ ondatikoy, ie itiriam-patike naho hisatse; eka, ty amo anjomba mitsinjakeo vaho i rova mandia taròbay.
Over the ground of my people thorn — brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
14 Fa kòake i anjombam-panjakay, babangoañe i rova nitsitsike ondatiy; fa lakato nainai’e ty haboa naho ty fijilovañ’abo fa fitsamboañam-birike lý naho fiandraza’ o lia-raikeo
Surely the palace hath been left, The multitude of the city forsaken, Fort and watch-tower hath been for dens unto the age, A joy of wild asses — a pasture of herds;
15 ampara’ te adoañe amantika ty Arofo boak’ añ’abo, ie ho tete-kobokara ty ratraratra, vaho atao ty hoe ala ty tonda vokatse.
Till emptied out on us is the Spirit from on high, And a wilderness hath become a fruitful field, And the fruitful field for a forest is reckoned.
16 Himoneñe am-patrambey ao amy zao ty hatò, vaho hañialo an-tonda kobokara ao ty havantañañe.
And dwelt in the wilderness hath judgment, And righteousness in the fruitful field remaineth.
17 Hamokatse fierañerañañe ty havañonañe, hahatoly fianjiñañe naho fatokisañe nainai’e ty hamarentane.
And a work of the righteousness hath been peace, And a service of the righteousness — Keeping quiet and confidence unto the age.
18 Hitoboke añ’akibam-pañanintsiñe ondatikoo, naho am-pipaliran-tsoa, vaho am-pitofàñe mipendreñe.
And dwelt hath My people in a peaceful habitation, And in stedfast tabernacles, And in quiet resting-places.
19 Manahake te mihotrake ty amy havandray i alay; t’ie harèke ambane i rovay.
And it hath hailed in the going down of the forest, And in the valley is the city low.
20 Haha nahareo mpitongy añ’olon-drano iabio, o mampidada ty tombo’ o añombeo naho o borìkeo.
Happy [are] ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the foot of the ox and the ass!
