Ihaia 17
1 Ko te poropitianga mo Ramahiku. Nana, kua kore a Ramahiku hei pa; ka puranga kau.
The burden of Damascus. Lo, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it hath been a heap — a ruin.
2 Kua mahue nga pa o Aroere; mo nga kahui era, ka takoto ratou, te ai he kaiwhakawehi.
Forsaken are the cities of Aroer, For droves they are, 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 ceased hath the fortress from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the honour of the sons of Israel, The affirmation of Jehovah 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 hath come to pass, in that day, Wax poor doth the honour of Jacob, And the fatness of his flesh doth wax 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 hath come to pass, As the gathering by the reaper of the standing corn, And his arm the ears reapeth, And it hath 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 left in him have been gleanings, As the compassing of an olive, Two — three berries on the top of a branch, Four — five on the fruitful boughs, The affirmation of Jehovah, 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 doth man look to His Maker, Yea, his eyes to the Holy One of Israel look,
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 looketh not unto the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made He seeth not — the shrines 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 are the cities of his strength As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It also hath 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 thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, And the rock of thy strength hast not remembered, Therefore thou plantest plants of pleasantness, And with a strange slip sowest it,
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.
In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap [is] the harvest 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, As the sounding of seas they sound; And [to] the wasting of nations, As the wasting of mighty waters they are wasted.
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 as the wasting of many waters are wasted, And He hath pushed against it, And it hath fled afar off, And been pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a hurricane.
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 even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
