Yesaia 18

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

Ho! thou land of the buzzing of wings, —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.

That sendeth by the sea, ambassadors Even in vessels of paper-reed, upon the face of the waters, —Go ye swift messengers Unto a nation drawn out and polished, Unto a people terrible from their beginning and onwards, —A nation most mighty and subduing, Whose land rivers have cut through.

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

All ye inhabitants of the world And ye, that dwell in the earth, —When there is lifted up an ensign on the mountains, Ye shall look, And when there is blown a horn, Ye shall hearken.

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, thus, said Yahweh unto me, —I must be quiet I must look on in my fixed place of abode, —Like a bright heat on the light, Like a cloud of dew in the heat of 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 harvest, when the bud is perfect, And, the blossom, becometh a ripening grape, Then will one cut down the twigs with pruning-hooks, And the tendrils, will he remove [and] cast down:

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.

They shall be left together. To the ravenous birds, of the mountains, And to the beast of the earth, —Then shall the ravenous bird, summer upon them, And, every beast of the earth, upon them, shall winter.

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, shall there be borne along. As a present unto Yahweh of hosts A people drawn out and polished, Even from a people terrible from their beginning and onwards, —nation most mighty and subduing Whose land rivers, have cut through, Unto the place of the Name of Yahweh of hosts. Mount Zion.