Ihaia 17
1 Ko te poropitianga mo Ramahiku. Nana, kua kore a Ramahiku hei pa; ka puranga kau.
The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it has been a heap—a ruin.
2 Kua mahue nga pa o Aroere; mo nga kahui era, ka takoto ratou, te ai he kaiwhakawehi.
The cities of Aroer are forsaken, They are for droves, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
3 Ka kore ano he pa kaha mo Eparaima, he kingitanga mo Ramahiku, he toenga ranei o Hiria: ka rite ratou ki te kororia o nga tama a Iharaira, e ai ta Ihowa o nga mano.
And the fortress has ceased from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the glory of the sons of Israel, A declaration of YHWH of Hosts!
4 Na i taua ra ka meinga te kororia o Hakaopa kia tupuhi, ka hiroki haere hoki te ngako o ona kikokiko.
And it has come to pass in that day, The glory of Jacob waxes poor, And the fatness of his flesh waxes lean.
5 A ka rite ki ta te kaitapahi kohikohinga i te witi, ki te tapahanga hoki a ona ringa i nga hua witi; ae, ka rite ki te hamunga o nga hua witi i te raorao i Repaima.
And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the standing grain by the reaper, And his arm reaps the ears, And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the ears in the Valley of Rephaim,
6 Otiia e toe ano etahi karepe hei hamunga; ka rite ki te ruiruinga o te oriwa; e rua, e toru nga oriwa i te pito o to runga rawa peka, e wha, e rima i te peka i waho rawa, i te mea whai hua, e ai ta Ihowa, ta te Atua o Iharaira.
And gleanings have been left in him, As the surrounding of an olive, Two—three berries on the top of a branch, Four—five on the fruitful boughs, A declaration of YHWH, God of Israel!
7 I taua ra ka titiro he tangata ki tona Kaihanga, ka anga ona kanohi ki te Mea Tapu o Iharaira.
In that day man looks to His Maker, Indeed, his eyes look to the Holy One of Israel,
8 E kore ano e titiro ki nga aata i hanga nei e ona ringa, e kore e anga ki te mea i mahia e ona maihao, ki nga Aherimi ranei, ki nga whakapakoko ranei.
And he does not look to the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made, He does not see—the Asherim and the images.
9 I taua ra ka rite ona pa kaha ki te wahi i whakarerea i te ngahere, i te tihi ano o te maunga, i whakarerea ra i te aroaro o nga tama a Iharaira; na ko te ngaromanga.
In that day the cities of his strength are As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It has also been a desolation.
10 Kua wareware hoki koe ki te Atua o tou whakaoranga, a kua kahore i mahara ki te kamaka o tou kaha, mo reira ka whakatupuria e koe he mea ataahua, ka whakatokia ano ki te peka ke:
Because you have forgotten the God of your salvation, And have not remembered the Rock of your strength, Therefore you plant plants of pleasantness, And sow it with a strange shoot,
11 I te ra e whakato ai koe, ka taiepatia e koe, a i te ata matomato tonu tau i whakato ai: i te ra ia o te pouri, o te mamae ngau kino, ka memeha atu te kotinga.
You cause your plant to become great in the day, And make your seed to flourish in the morning, The harvest [is] a heap in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
12 Anana, te ngangau o nga iwi maha, e nge ana ano he haruru no nga moana! me te rere o nga iwi, e wawa ana koia ano kei te turituri o nga wai nunui!
Woe [to] the multitude of many peoples, They sound as the sounding of seas; And the roaring of nations, As the roaring of mighty waters [that] make a crashing.
13 Ano ko te taheke o nga wai maha te haruru o nga iwi; otiia ka riria ratou e ia, a ka rere ki tawhiti, ka whaia, ano he papapa no nga maunga i te upoko o te hau, ano he puehu awhiowhio e aia ana e te tupuhi.
Nations crash as the roaring of many waters, And He rebuked them, And they fled far off, And were pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a windstorm.
14 I te ahiahi, na ko te pawera; kiano i puao kua kore ratou. Ko te wahi tenei ma te hunga e pahua ana i a tatou, ko te mea tenei e wehea ma te hunga e muru ana i a tatou.
At evening, behold, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
