Isaiah 18

1 Ègbé ni fún ilẹ̀ tí ó kún fún ariwo ìyẹ́ eṣú, ní àwọn ipadò Kuṣi,

Behold, land shadowed [with] wings, That [is] beyond the rivers of Cush,

2 tí ó rán àwọn ikọ̀ lórí Òkun lórí omi nínú ọkọ̀-ọpọ́n tí a fi eèsún papirusi ṣe. Ẹ lọ, ẹ̀yin ikọ̀ tí ó yára, sí àwọn ènìyàn gíga tí àwọ̀ ara wọn jọ̀lọ̀, sí àwọn ènìyàn tí a ń bẹ̀rù káàkiri, orílẹ̀-èdè aláfojúdi alájèjì èdè, tí odò pín ilẹ̀ rẹ̀ yẹ́lẹyẹ̀lẹ.

That is sending ambassadors by sea, Even with implements of reed on the face of the waters—Go, swift messengers, To a nation drawn out and peeled, To a people fearful from its beginning and onward, A nation meeting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled.

3 Gbogbo ẹ̀yin ènìyàn ayé, tí ó ń gbé orílẹ̀ ayé, nígbà tí a bá gbé àsíá kan sókè lórí òkè, ẹ ó rí i, nígbà tí a bá fun fèrè kan ẹ ó gbọ́ ọ.

All you inhabitants of the world, And you dwellers of earth, At the lifting up of an ensign on hills you look, And at the blowing of a horn you hear.

4 Èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa sọ fún mi: “Èmi yóò dákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́, èmi yóò sì máa wo òréré láti ibùgbé e mi wá, gẹ́gẹ́ bí ooru gbígbóná nínú ìtànṣán oòrùn, gẹ́gẹ́ bí òjò-dídì ní àárín gbùngbùn ìkórè.”

For thus said YHWH to 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 Nítorí, kí ìkórè tó bẹ̀rẹ̀, nígbà tí ìrudí bá kún, nígbà tí ìtànná bá di èso àjàrà pípọ́n. Òun yóò sì fi dòjé rẹ́ ẹ̀ka tuntun, yóò sì mu kúrò, yóò sì gé ẹ̀ka lulẹ̀.

For before harvest, when the flower is perfect, And the blossom is producing unripe fruit, Then [One] has cut the sprigs with pruning hooks, And the branches He has turned aside, cut down.

6 A ó fi wọ́n sílẹ̀ fún àwọn ẹyẹ òkè ńlá àti fún àwọn ẹranko búburú; àwọn ẹyẹ yóò fi wọ́n ṣe oúnjẹ nínú ẹ̀ẹ̀rùn àti àwọn ẹranko búburú nígbà òjò.

They are left together to the ravenous bird of the mountains, And to the beast of the earth, And the ravenous bird has summered on them, And every beast of the earth winters on them.

7 Ní àkókò náà ni a ó mú ẹ̀bùn wá fún Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun láti ọ̀dọ̀ àwọn ènìyàn gíga tí ẹran-ara wọn jọ̀lọ̀, láti ọ̀dọ̀ àwọn ènìyàn tí a bẹ̀rù níbi gbogbo, orílẹ̀-èdè aláfojúdi àti alájèjì èdè, ilẹ̀ ẹni tí omi pín sí yẹ́lẹyẹ̀lẹ— a ó mú àwọn ẹ̀bùn náà wá sí òkè Sioni, ibi tí orúkọ Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun gbé wà.

At that time a present is brought to YHWH of Hosts, A nation drawn out and peeled. Even of a people fearful from the beginning until now, A nation meting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled, To the place of the Name of YHWH of Hosts—Mount Zion!”