Isaia 40
1 Hohò, Hohò, ondatikoo, hoe t’i Andrianañahare’ areo.
Comfort ye—comfort ye my people, —Saith your God.
2 Saontsio fañohòañe t’Ierosalaime, vaho koiho ama’e te fa heneke ty ali’e; te jinebañe o hakeo’eo, amy t’ie nandrambe indroe am-pitàn’ Añahare ho vale’ o hene tahi’eo.
Speak ye unto the heart of Jerusalem, And cry unto her, —That accomplished is her warfare, That accepted is her punishment, —That she hath received, at the hand of Yahweh, According to the full measure of all her sins.
3 Inao ty fiarañanañañe mikoike: Anataho lalañe am-patrambey añe t’Iehovà. Ampimirao lalambey an-dratraratra añe t’i Andrianañahare.
A voice of one crying!—In the desert, prepare ye the way of Yahweh, —Make smooth in the waste plain a highway for our God:
4 Haonjoñe iaby ze atao goledoñe, naho haketrake iaby o tambohoo ho vàñeñe ze manongatonga, naho hampimiraeñe ze migodeogodeoñe;
Let, every valley, be exalted, And every mountain and hill, be made low, —And, the steep ground become, level, And, the chain of hills—a plain:
5 le haboake ty enge’ Iehovà, vaho hiharo handrendrek’ aze ze atao nofotse, izay ty nitsaram-palie’ Iehovà.
Then shall be revealed the glory of Yahweh, —And all flesh shall see it together, For, the mouth of Yahweh, hath spoken!
6 Inao ty fiarañanañañe manao ty hoe: Koiho, le hoe ty natoi’e: Ino ty ho koiheko? Ahetse iaby ze atao nofotse, le hoe voñe an-teteke ao ty hasoa’e.
A voice saying Cry! And one said—What should I cry? All flesh, is grass, And, all the grace thereof, like the flower of the field:
7 Miheatse o ahetseo, mihintsañe o voñe’eo, kanao tiofe’ ty kofòn’ Añahare, toe ahetse ondatio.
The grass hath withered The flower hath faded, Because, the breath of Yahweh, hath blown upon it! Surely the people is grass!
8 Miheatse o ahetseo, mihintsañe o voñe’eo, fe mijadoñe nainai’e ty tsaran’ Añaharen-tikañe.
The grass, hath withered, The flower, hath faded, —But the word of our God, shall stand unto times age-abiding!
9 O ry Tsione mpitaroñe entan-tsoao mañambonea vohitse abo; ry Ierosalaime mpanese talily soao poñafo an-koike ty fiarañanaña’o, aonjono, le ko hembañe; saontsio ty hoe o rova’ Iehodào: Ingo t’i Andrianañahare’ areo!
To a high mountain, get ye up, O herald—band of Zion, Lift high with strength your voice, O herald—band of Jerusalem, —Lift it high, do not fear, Say to the cities of Judah—Lo! your God!
10 Hehe, te hitotsak’ an-kaozarañe t’i Talè Iehovà; hifehe am-pità’e; Ingo, te ama’e i tambe’ey, añatrefa’e o vale-soa’eo.
Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, as a mighty one, doth come, And, his own arm, is about to rule for him, —Lo! his reward, is with him, And, his recompense, before him;
11 Manahake ty mpiarake miandrazañe i mpirai-lia’ey naho manontontoñe o vik’añondri’eo am-pità’e ie otroñe’e añ’araña’e eo, vaho manehak’ ty mampinono mora mb’eo.
Like a shepherd, his flock, will he tend, In his own arm, will he take up the lambs, And in his own bosom, will he carry [them], —Them which are with young, will he lead to a place of rest.
12 Ia ty nanovy o ranoo an-dela-pità’e, naho nanjehe i likerañey an-kiho’e, naho nañiake ty debo’ ty tane toy am-pañaranañe, naho nandanja o vohitseo am-pandanjàñe, vaho o tambohoo am-balantsy?
Who hath measured, with the hollow of his hand, the waters. Or the heavens with a span, hath meted out, Or hath comprehended, in a measure, the dust of the earth, Or weighed, in scales, the mountains, Or the hills, in a balance?
13 Ia ty nanoro i Arofo’ Iehovà, he ia ty mpañana’e mañòk’ aze?
Who hath proved the spirit of Yahweh? Or being his counsellor hath been giving him knowledge?
14 Ia ty niharoa’e safiry, ia ty nampahafohiñe aze, ia ty nanoro aze i lalam-bantañey, naho nampandrendreke aze ty hilala vaho nañòke aze i oloñolon-kihitsey?
With whom hath he taken counsel—And he hath given him intelligence, And instructed him in the path of justice, —And taught him knowledge, And in the way of intelligence, hath been giving him understanding?
15 Toe tsopake an-tsajoa ao ze kilakila ondaty, iaheñe hoe deboke am-pingam-balantsy, vaho lanjaeñe hoe lemboke o tokonoseo.
Lo! nations, Are us a drop on a bucket, And as fine dust on a balance, are accounted, —Lo! islands, like an atom, can he hoist;
16 Tsy ampe horoañe ty Lebanone, tsy mahaenen-kisoroñañe o bibi’eo.
And, Lebanon, is not sufficient to burn, —Nor, the beasts thereof sufficient for an ascending-sacrifice!
17 Hoe hakoahañe añatrefa’e o fifeheañ’ iabio, volilien-ko tsy vente’e, ie ambane’ ty hatao kapaike.
All nations, are as nothing before him, —A thing of nought or a waste, are they accounted unto him?
18 Hirinkiriñe’o ama’ ia arè t’i Andrianañahare? vintan’ inoñe ty hampanahafe’o ama’e?
Unto whom then can ye liken GOD? Or, what likeness, can ye compare unto him?
19 Hera i saren-draha natrana’ i mpitseney, naho nipakora’ i mpanefe-volamenay volamena, vaho nandranjia’ i mpanefe-volafotiy silisily volafoty?
The image, hath been cast by an artificer, And a goldsmith, with gold, overlayeth it, —And, chains of silver, he worketh.
20 Le eo ty rarake tsy mahalefe enga, joboñe’e ty hatae tsy ho momoke; paiae’e ty mpandranjy mahimbañe handranjy saren-draha tsy hitroetroe.
The needy offerer, of a tree that will not rot, maketh choice, —A skilled artificer, seeketh he out for himself to construct an image that shall not totter,
21 Tsy fohi’o hao? Tsy jinanji’o hao? Tsy natalily ama’o am-pifotora’e añe hao? Tsy nirendre’o hao o manànta’ ty tane toio?
Have ye never taken note? Have ye never heard? Hath it not from the beginning, been told you? Have ye not been led to discern, from the foundations of the earth?
22 Ie ty miambesatse ambone’ ty fibontolia’ ty tane toy, o mpimone’eo ro manahake kijeja; Ie ty mandamake o likerañeo hoe lamba fañefetse, vaho mamelatse iereo hoe kivohom-pañialoañe.
It is he who sitteth upon the circle of the earth, While the inhabitants thereof are, as grass-hoppers, —Who stretcheth forth, as a curtain, the heavens, And spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in;
23 Ie ty mamotsake roandriañe ho hakoahañe, naho ampinjarie’e ho tsy vente’e o mpizaka’ ty tane toio.
Who delivereth dignitaries to nothingness, —Judges of earth, like a desolation, hath he made:
24 Ie vaho nitongisañe, aniany te nararake; le namahatse an-tane ao o taho’eo; vaho miheatse t’ie tiofe’e, endese’ o tangololahio añe hoe ahe-maike.
Scarcely have they been planted, Scarcely have they been sown, Scarcely hath their stock, begun to take root in the earth, When he hath just blown upon them and they have withered, And, a whirlwind, as though they had been chaff, carrieth them away.
25 Aa le hampanahafe’ areo ama’ ia te Izaho ro hambañe ama’e? Hoe i Masiñey.
Unto whom then, can ye liken me, or can I be equal? Saith the Holy One.
26 Ampiandrandrao mb’añ’abo ey o fihaino’oo, mahaisaha: ia ty namboatse iareo? I mañakatse ty havasiaña’ iareo ami’ty ia’ey, hene kanjie’e amy tahina’ey, naho amy hara’elahin-kaozara’ey vaho am-panjofahan-kafatrara’e, leo raike tsy mikipe.
Lift on high your eyes—and see who hath created these, That bringeth forth, by number, their host, —To all of them by name, doth call, Because of the abundance of vigour and alertness of strength, not one, is missing!
27 Ino ty atao’o ty hoe, O Iakobe, naho saontsie’o ty hoe: Ry Israele, Mietake am’ Iehovà ty liako, tsy ahoan’ Añahareko o zokoo.
Wherefore, shouldest thou say, O Jacob, or speak, O Israel, —Hidden is my path from Yahweh, And from my God, my vindication, will pass?
28 Mboe tsy fohi’o hao? Tsy jinanji’o hao te tsy mitoirañe, tsy mokotse t’i Andrianañahare nainai’e, Iehovà Andrianamboatse o olon-taneo? Tsy taka-tsikaraheñe o hilala’eo.
Hast thou not known, Hast thou not heard, That The God of age-past time—Yahweh The Creator of the ends of the earth Fainteth not neither groweth weary—There is no searching of his understanding:
29 Ampaozare’e o midazidazìtseo; vaho hafatrare’e o tsy maozatseo.
Giving to him that fainteth, strength, And to him that hath no vigour, he causeth, power to abound?
30 Ndra te toirañe naho màmake o ajalahio, vaho mikoletra ty fanalolahy;
Youths both faint and grow weary, And, young warriors—they fall, they fall;
31 Ho vaoen-kaozarañe o mahaliñe Iehovào; hionjoñe amañ’elatse hoe vantio; hilay fa tsy ho vozake, hinokitse fa tsy ho toirañe.
But, they who wait for Yahweh, shall renew their strength, They shall mount on strong pinion like eagles, —They shall run and not grow weary, They shall walk and not faint.
