Isaia 52
1 Mivañona, mivañona, aombeo ty haozara’o ry Tsione; sikino o saro’o fanjàkao, ry Ierosalaime, rova miavakeo; fa tsy himoak’ ama’o ka henane zao o tsy nisavatseo naho o tsy malioo.
Awake, awake, Put on thy strength, O Zion, —Put on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem—thou holy city, For there shall not again come into thee any more the uncircumcised and unclean.
2 Ahifikifiho o debokeo; miongaha, miambesara, r’Ierosalaime; mibalaha amo taly am-bozo’oo, ry anak’ ampela’ i Tsione mirohio.
Shake thyself from the dust arise—sit down O Jerusalem, —Loose thyself from the bonds of thy neck, O captive! daughter of Zion!
3 Hoe t’Iehovà; Ie naletake tsy amam-bili’e; vaho tsy drala t’ie hijebañañe.
For, thus, saith Yahweh, For nought, ye sold yourselves, —And not with silver, shall ye be redeemed,
4 Fa hoe t’i Talè, Iehovà: Nañavelo mb’e Mitsraime mb’eo heike ondatiko taoloo, nitaveañe añe; vaho finorekeke’ o nte-Asoreo tsy aman-dengo’e.
For, thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, To Egypt, went down my people at first to sojourn there, —But, Assyria, without cause, hath oppressed him.
5 Aa inoñe arè ty hanoeko atoy, hoe t’Iehovà, kanao nasese mb’eo tsy amam-bili’e ondatikoo? Mangolalaike o mpifele’ iareoo, hoe t’Iehovà, vaho nainai’e terateraeñe ty añarako, toe lomoñandro.
Now, therefore, what do I here? Demandeth Yahweh. That my people have been taken away for nought? They who rule them, do howl, Declareth Yahweh, And, continually—all the day, is my Name brought into contempt.
6 Aa le hahafohiñe ty añarako ondatikoo; vaho ho fohi’ iareo amy andro zay, te Izaho ty manao ty hoe: Intoy iraho.
Therefore, shall my people acknowledge my Name: Therefore, in that day, shall they acknowledge that, I, am the same, even I who am speaking, —Here, I am,
7 Fanjaka amo haboañeo o fandiam-pañitrike talily soao, ty mitsey fierañerañañe, ty mitaroñe entan-tsoa, ty mikoike fandrombahañe vaho manao amy Tsione ty hoe: Mifehe t’i Andrianañahare’o.
How beautiful, upon the mountains are the feet—Of him That bringeth good tidings, That publisheth peace, That bringeth good tidings of blessing, That publisheth salvation, —That saith unto Zion, Thy God, hath become king.
8 Inao ty mpijilo’ areo! Mampipoña-peo, mitrao-pisaboañe; fa ho isam-pihaino’ iareo ty fibaliha’ Iehovà mb’e Tsione ao.
The voice of thy watchmen! They have uplifted a voice Together, do they renew the shout of triumph, —For eye to eye, shall they see, When Yahweh returneth to Zion.
9 Mipoñafa an-drebeke, miredoña an-tsabo, ry tanan-taolo’ Ierosalaime; fa nañohò ondati’eo t’Iehovà, jineba’e t’Ierosalaime.
Break forth, shout in triumph together, ye waste places of Jerusalem, —For Yahweh Hath comforted his people, Hath redeemed Jerusalem:
10 Hinalo’ Iehovà ty fità’e masiñe am-pihaino’ o kilakila’ ndatio; vaho hahaoniñe ty fandrombahan’ Añaharen-tika o añ’olo-ty tane toy iabio.
Yahweh hath bared his holy arm, in the eyes of all the nations, So shall all the ends of the earth see the salvation of our God.
11 Miavota, Miengà, miakara boak’ ao, ko mitsapa raha maleotse; miakara boak’ añivo’e ao, miliova, ry mpinday o harao’ Iehovào.
Away! away! come, forth from thence!—Nought unclean, may ye touch, —Come forth out of her midst, Purify yourselves, ye who are to carry the vessels of Yahweh;
12 Tsy halisa hiavotse nahareo, naho tsy hivoratsake mb’eo; amy te hiaolo anahareo t’Iehovà vaho hivoly anahareo t’i Andrianañahare’ Israele.
For, not in haste, shall ye come forth, Nor, by flight, shall ye journey, —For, your van-guard, is Yahweh, And, your rear-guard, the God of Israel.
13 Ingo, hiraorao i mpitorokoy, hongaheñe naho honjoneñe mb’andindiñe añe.
Lo! my Servant, prospereth, —He riseth, and is lifted up, and becometh very high:
14 Manahake te nimaro ty nitoritotse ty ama’o— ie dinemoke i lahara’ey, hoe tsy ondaty, naho ty fañova’e hoe tsy ana’ondaty—
The more that Many, were amazed at thee, So marred, beyond any man’s, was his appearance, —And his form, beyond the sons of men,
15 ie henaneo ro hampitsekake fifeheañe maro, mijomohòñe ama’e o mpanjakao; amy te ho isa’ iareo o mboe tsy nitalilañeo, vaho ho oni’ iareo o mboe tsy jinanji’iareo.
The more doth he startle Many nations, Before him, have kings closed their mouth, —For, that which had not been related to them, have they seen, And that which they had not heard, haw they diligently considered.
