Isaya 17
1 Chirevo pamusoro peDhamasiko: “Tarirai, Dhamasiko harichazovazve guta, asi richava murwi wamatongo.
The burden of Damascus. “Behold, Damascus is taken away from being a city, and it will be a ruinous heap.
2 Maguta eAroeri achasiyiwa uye achava mafuro ezvipfuyo, izvo zvichavata pasi, pasina anozvivhundutsa.
The cities of Aroer are forsaken. They will be for flocks, which shall lie down, and no one shall make them afraid.
3 Maguta akakomberedzwa namasvingo achanyangarika achibva pana Efuremu, uye simba roushe kubva paDhamasiko; vakasara veAramu vachava sembiri yavaIsraeri,” ndizvo zvinotaura Jehovha Wamasimba Ose.
The fortress shall cease from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus, and the remnant of Syria. They will be as the glory of the children of Israel,” says the LORD of Armies.
4 “Pazuva iro kukudzwa kwaJakobho kuchapera; mafuta omuviri wake achapera.
“It will happen in that day that the glory of Jacob will be made thin, and the fatness of his flesh will become lean.
5 Zvichafanana nomukohwi anokohwa madzinde akamira, uyo anokohwa zviyo noruoko rwake, sezvinoita murume anononga hura dzezviyo muMupata weRefaimi.
It will be like when the harvester gathers the wheat, and his arm reaps the grain. Yes, it will be like when one gleans grain in the valley of Rephaim.
6 Kunyange zvakadaro dzimwe tsanga dzichasara, sezvinoita muorivhi kana wazunzwa, uchisiya maorivhi maviri kana matatu pamatavi okumusoro-soro, mana kana mashanu pamatavi makuru anobereka,” ndizvo zvinotaura Jehovha Mwari waIsraeri.
Yet gleanings will be left there, like the shaking of an olive tree, two or three olives in the top of the uppermost bough, four or five in the outermost branches of a fruitful tree,” says the LORD, the God of Israel.
7 Pazuva iro vanhu vachatarira kuMusiki wavo, vagodzorera meso avo kuMutsvene waIsraeri.
In that day, people will look to their Maker, and their eyes will have respect for the Holy One of Israel.
8 Havachazotarisi kuaritari, iro basa ramaoko avo, uye havachazovi nehanya nematanda aAshera nearitari dzezvinonhuhwira dzakaitwa neminwe yavo.
They will not look to the altars, the work of their hands; neither shall they respect that which their fingers have made, either the Asherah poles or the incense altars.
9 Pazuva iro maguta avo akasimba avakasiya nokuda kwavaIsraeri, achafanana nenzvimbo dzakaregerwa kuti dzive matenhere nezvinomera pasi pavo. Uye ose achava matongo.
In that day, their strong cities will be like the forsaken places in the woods and on the mountain top, which were forsaken from before the children of Israel; and it will be a desolation.
10 Nokuti wakanganwa Mwari Muponesi wako, hauna kurangarira Dombo, iyo nhare yako. Naizvozvo, kunyange ukazvisimira miti yakanakisisa, uye ukadyara mizambiringa inobva kune dzimwe nyika,
For you have forgotten the God of your salvation, and have not remembered the rock of your strength. Therefore you plant pleasant plants, and set out foreign seedlings.
11 kunyange pazuva raunoisima, ugoita kuti ikure, ugoita kuti ive namaruva, asi mukohwo uchava sapasina pazuva rehosha nokurwadziwa kusingarapiki.
In the day of your planting, you hedge it in. In the morning, you make your seed blossom, but the harvest flees away in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.
12 Haiwa, kutinhira kwendudzi zhinji, dzinotinhira sokutinhira kwegungwa! Haiwa, kuomba kwamarudzi anoomba kufanana nokutinhira kwemvura zhinji!
Ah, the uproar of many peoples who roar like the roaring of the seas; and the rushing of nations that rush like the rushing of mighty waters!
13 Kunyange vanhu vakaomba sokutinhira kwamafungu emvura, paanovatuka vachatizira kure, vachidzingirirwa nemhepo sehundi pamusoro pezvikomo, kufanana nouswa hunozungunuswa pamberi pedutu guru.
The nations will rush like the rushing of many waters, but he will rebuke them, and they will flee far off, and will be chased like the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like the whirling dust before the storm.
14 Munguva yamadekwana, pachava nokutyisa! Kusati kwaedza, havachipo! Uyu ndiwo mugove wavaya vanotibira, nomubayiro wavanotipamba.
At evening, behold, terror! Before the morning, they are no more. This is the portion of those who plunder us, and the lot of those who rob us.
