Isaia 47
1 Mizotsoa, mitoboha an-debok’ ao, ry anak’ampela’ i Bavele; mitozoha an-tane eo tsy amam-piambesatse, ry anak’ampela’ i Kasdý; fa tsy hatao mitrotrotrotro ndra sakoly ka irehe.
“Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For they no longer cry to you, O tender and delicate one.
2 Rambeso i vato fandisanañey naho lisano i tsakoy; afaho o lamba marerarera’oo, voloso o mireparepao, aonjono ty an-kitso’o eo, itsaho o sakao.
Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove your veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.
3 Haboake ty fibongia’o; ho trea ty fimeñara’o; hamale fate raho vaho tsy eo ty hanebañe ahy.
Your nakedness is revealed, indeed, your reproach is seen, I take vengeance, and I do not meet a man.”
4 I Mpijeba’ay, Iehovà’ i Màroy ty tahina’e, i Masi’ Israeley.
Our redeemer [is] YHWH of Hosts, His Name [is] the Holy One of Israel.
5 Mitoboha am-pitsiñañe ao, akia mb’an-kamoromoroñañe ao, ry anak’ampela’ o Kasdio, tsy hatao mpanjakam-pifeheañe ka irehe.
“Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For they no longer cry to you, Mistress of kingdoms.
6 Niboseke am’ondatikoo iraho, vinetako i lovakoy, vaho natoloko am-pità’o, fa tsy niferenaiña’o, nanoe’o mavesatse amo antetseo ty joka’o.
I have been angry against My people, I have defiled My inheritance And I give them into your hand, You have not appointed mercies for them, You have made your yoke very heavy on the aged,
7 Ie nanoe’o ty hoe, Ho mpanjaka-ampela nainai’e iraho, le tsy nahaja’o an-troke ao o raha zao, vaho tsy nitiahi’o ty figadoña’e.
And you say, I am mistress for all time, While you have not laid these things to your heart, You have not remembered the latter end of it.
8 Aa le tsanoño izao, ty mpañori-kadrao, ty mpiaiñ’añoleñañe, ty manao an-tro’e ao ty hoe: Tsy hitoboke ho remavoin-draho, hamoeako ty fahamotsoan’ anake.
And now, hear this, O luxurious one, Who is sitting confidently—Who is saying in her heart, I [am], and none else, I do not sit [as] a widow, nor know bereavement.
9 Fa hivotrak’ama’o ami’ty andro raike o raha roe zao: ty hamotsoan’anake, naho ty ha-remavoiñe; am-pañaranañe pea t’ie hifetsake ndra te tsifotofoto’ o famoreha’oo, naho maozatse ty fisikilia’o.
And these two things come to you, In a moment, in one day: childlessness and widowhood, They have come on you according to their perfection, In the multitude of your sorceries, In the exceeding might of your charms.
10 Natao’o mahasoa-aro ty halò-tsere’o, ihe nanao ty hoe: Tsy eo ty mahatrea ahy. Songa nampikeloke azo ty hihi’o naho ty hilala’o; ie nanao ty hoe an-troke ao: Izaho ro ie, vaho tsy ie naho tsy izaho avao.
And you are confident in your wickedness, You have said, There is none seeing me, Your wisdom and your knowledge, It is turning you back, And you say in your heart, I [am], and none else.
11 Aa le hifetsake ama’o ty raty; tsy ho lefe’o troboeñe hisitaha’e; hidoiñe ama’o ty hankàñe; tsy ho lefe añeferañe; hivovò ama’o ty fiànto, aolo’ te apota’o.
And evil has come in on you, You do not know its rising, And disaster falls on you, You are not able to pacify it, And desolation comes on you suddenly, You do not know.
12 Mijadòña arè amo fisikilia’oo, naho amo fitozantozam-pamoreha’oo, o nitoloñe’o ampara’ ty nahakede azoo; ke ho tambeza’e, he hahafitroboe’o.
Now stand in your charms, And in the multitude of your sorceries, In which you have labored from your youth, It may be you are able to profit, It may be you terrify!
13 Ie nimokore’ o fikililia’oo; angao hiongake henaneo arè o mpañandroo, naho o mpañorike vasiañeo, naho o mpahay volañeo, handrombak’ azo amo hifetsak’ ama’oo.
You have been wearied in the multitude of your counsels, Now stand up and let them save you—The charmers of the heavens, Those looking on the stars, Those teaching concerning the months—From those things that come on you!
14 Heheke, fa manahake ty ahetse iereo, ho forototoen’ afo; ie tsy haharombake ami’ty haozara’ i firebareba’ey; tsy ama’e ty vaen’ afo hitaraña’e, toe tsy ho afo hamindroañe.
Behold, they have been as stubble! Fire has burned them, They do not deliver themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.
15 Hoe izay iereo ama’o, o nifanehafa’oo; songa hirererere mb’an-toe’e mb’eo o nitrao-balibalike ama’o boak’ ami’ty naha-ajaja azoo, tsy ho amam-pandrombake irehe.
So they have been to you with whom you have labored, Your merchants from your youth, They have each wandered to his passage, None is saving you!”
