Yesaia 18
1 Due, asase a ntaban nnyegyeeɛ wɔ so wɔ Kus nsubɔntene ho,
Ho, land shadowed [with] wings, That [is] beyond the rivers of Cush,
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 is sending by sea ambassadors, Even with implements of reed on the face of the waters, — Go, ye light messengers, Unto a nation drawn out and peeled, Unto a people fearful from its beginning and onwards, A nation meeting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods 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 ye inhabitants of the world, And ye dwellers of earth, At the lifting up of an ensign on hills ye look, And at the blowing of a trumpet ye hear.
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 Jehovah unto me, 'I rest, and I look on My settled place, As a clear heat on an herb. As a thick 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 flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then hath [one] cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches he hath turned aside, cut 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 are left together to the ravenous fowl of the mountains, And to the beast of the earth, And summered on them hath the ravenous fowl, And every beast of the earth wintereth on 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.
At that time brought is a present to Jehovah of Hosts, A nation drawn out and peeled. Even of a people fearful from the beginning hitherto, A nation meting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled, Unto the place of the name of Jehovah of Hosts — mount Zion!'
