Yesaia 18

1 Due, asase a ntaban nnyegyeeɛ wɔ so wɔ Kus nsubɔntene ho,

Woe to the land, that winged cymbal, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia,

2 a ɔsoma ananmusifoɔ a wɔnam ɛpo so a wɔde paparɔs abonto fa nsuo ani. Monkɔ, asomafoɔ ahoɔherɛfoɔ, monkɔ nnipa a wɔwoware na wɔn honam yɛ tromtrom no nkyɛn, nnipa a wɔn ho yɛ hu wɔ mmaa nyinaa, aniɛdenfoɔ ɔman a yɛnte wɔn kasa, na nsubɔntene akyekyɛ nʼasase mu.

which sends ambassadors by sea and in vessels of papyrus above the waters. Go forth, O swift Angels, to a nation which has been convulsed and torn apart, to a terrible people, after whom there is no other, to a nation apprehensive and downtrodden, whose land the rivers have spoiled.

3 Mo ewiasefoɔ nyinaa, mo a motete asase so, sɛ wɔpagya frankaa wɔ bepɔ no so a, mobɛhunu. Sɛ wɔhyɛn totorobɛnto a, mobɛte.

All inhabitants of the world, you who dwell upon the earth: when the sign will have been elevated on the mountains, you will see, and you will hear the blast of the trumpet.

4 Yei ne deɛ Awurade ka kyerɛ me, “Mɛtena mʼatenaeɛ na mahwɛ biribiara dinn. Mɛyɛ dinn te sɛ owia a ɛrebɔ, te sɛ ɛbɔ a ɛsi wɔ otwa berɛ mu.”

For the Lord says this to me: I will be quiet, and I will consider in my place, as the light at midday is clear, and as a cloud of dew in the day of the harvest.

5 Ɛnnya nnuruu twaberɛ a nhyerɛnne berɛ atwam no, na nhwiren no anyini adane bobe no, wɔde nsɔsɔ bɛtwitwa mman no; wɔbɛtwitwa mman a ɛredendan no akɔ.

For before the harvest, all was flourishing. And it will spring forth with an untimely completion, and its little branches will be pruned with a curved blade. And what is left over will be cut away and shaken off.

6 Wɔbɛgya wɔn nyinaa ama bepɔ so nnomaa a wɔkum mmoa we, ne wiram mmoa; nnomaa no bɛdi wɔn nam wɔ ahuhuro ɛberɛ mu. Wiram mmoa bɛwe wɔn nam wɔ awɔ berɛ mu.

And together they will be abandoned to the birds of the mountains and to the wild beasts of the earth. And the birds will be continuously on them in the summer, and all the wild beasts of the earth will winter over them.

7 Saa ɛberɛ no wɔde akyɛdeɛ bɛbrɛ Asafo Awurade ɛbɛfiri nnipa a wɔwoware na wɔn honam yɛ tromtrom hɔ, nnipa a wɔn ho yɛ hu wɔ mmaa nyinaa, aniɛdenfoɔ ɔman a yɛnte wɔn kasa, na nsubɔntene akyekyɛ nʼasase mu. Wɔde akyɛdeɛ bɛba Sion Bepɔ so, beaeɛ a Asafo Awurade din atim no.

In that time, a gift will be carried to the Lord of hosts, from a people divided and torn apart, from a terrible people, after whom there has been no other, from an apprehensive nation, apprehensive and downtrodden, whose land the rivers have ruined, and it will be carried to the place of the name of the Lord of hosts, to mount Zion.