Isaiah 21
1 Ọ̀rọ̀-ìmọ̀ tí ó kan aginjù lẹ́bàá Òkun. Gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìjì líle ti í jà kọjá ní gúúsù, akógunjàlú kan wá láti aginjù, láti ilẹ̀ ìpayà.
The oracle on the desert of the sea: As storm-winds in the South which with a rush from the desert, do come from a terrible land,
2 Ìran tí a ń fojú ṣọ́nà fún ni a ti fihàn mí ọlọ̀tẹ̀ ti tu àṣírí, fọ́lé fọ́lé ti kẹ́rù. Elamu kojú ìjà! Media ti tẹ̀gùn! Èmi yóò mú gbogbo ìpayínkeke dópin, ni ó búra.
[So] hath, a grievous vision, been told me: —the deceiver, is deceiving. And the spoiler, is spoiling, Go up, O Elam Besiege O Media, All the sighing she hath caused, have I made to cease.
3 Pẹ̀lú èyí, ìrora mu mi lára gírígírí, ìrora gbá mi mú, gẹ́gẹ́ bí i ti obìnrin tí ń rọbí, mo ta gbọ̀nọ́ngbọ̀nọ́n nítorí ohun tí mo gbọ́, ọkàn mi pòruurù nípa ohun tí mo rí.
For this cause, are my loins filled with anguish, Pangs, have seized me, as the pangs of her that is giving birth, —I writhe so that I cannot hear, I tremble, so that I cannot see:
4 Ọkàn mí dàrú, ẹ̀rù mú jìnnìjìnnì bá mi, ìmọ́lẹ̀ tí mo ti ń fẹ́ ẹ́ rí ti wá di ìpayà fún mi.
My heart fluttereth, A horror, terrifieth me, —My twilight of pleasure, hath he turned for me into a time of trembling.
5 Wọ́n tẹ́ tábìlì, wọ́n tẹ́ ẹní àtẹ́ẹ̀ká, wọ́n jẹ, wọ́n mu! Dìde nílẹ̀, ẹ̀yin ọmọ-aládé, ẹ fi òróró kún asà yín!
[Ye thought] to prepare the table—spread the mat—eat—drink! …Arise ye chieftains anoint the shield!
6 Èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa sọ fún mi: “Lọ, kí o bojúwòde kí o sì wá sọ ohun tí ó rí.
For, thus, hath My Lord said unto me, —Go, set the watchman, What he seeth, let him tell!
7 Nígbà tí ó bá rí àwọn kẹ̀kẹ́ ogun àti àkójọpọ̀ àwọn ẹṣin, àwọn tó ń gun kẹ́tẹ́kẹ́tẹ́ tàbí àwọn tí ó gun ìbákasẹ, jẹ́ kí ó múra sílẹ̀, àní ìmúra gidigidi.”
When he seeth A train of horsemen in double rank, A train of asses, A train of camels, Then shall he hearken attentively with diligent heed.
8 Òun sì kígbe pé, kìnnìún kan, “Láti ọjọ́ dé ọjọ́, olúwa mi, mo dúró lórí ilé ìṣọ́ ní ọ̀sán, a sì fi mí ìṣọ́ mi ní gbogbo òru.
Then cried he. A lion! On the watch, O My Lord, had I been standing continually, by day, And at my post, had I been stationed whole nights; —
9 Wò ó, ọkùnrin kan ni ó ń bọ̀ wá yìí nínú kẹ̀kẹ́ ogun àti àkójọpọ̀ àwọn ẹṣin. Ó sì mú ìdáhùn padà wá: ‘Babeli ti ṣubú, ó ti ṣubú! Gbogbo àwọn ère òrìṣà rẹ̀ ló fọ́nká sórí ilẹ̀!’”
When lo! here was a train of men coming. With horsemen in double rank, —And one began and said, Fallen! fallen! is Babylon, And all the images of her gods, are smashed to the ground!
10 Ẹ̀yin ènìyàn mi, tí a gún mọ́lẹ̀ ní ilẹ̀ ìpakà, mo sọ ohun tí mo ti gbọ́ láti ọ̀dọ̀ Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun, láti ọ̀dọ̀ Ọlọ́run Israẹli.
O thou My threshing! And the grain of my corn-floor! That which I have heard from Yahweh of hosts, the God of Israel, Have I declared, unto you.
11 Ọ̀rọ̀-ìmọ̀ tí ó kan Dumahi. Ẹnìkan ké sí mi láti Seiri wá, “Alóre, kí ló kù nínú òru náà?”
The oracle on Dumah: Unto me, is one crying—out of Seir, Watchman! how far gone is the night? Watchman, how far gone is the night?
12 Alóre náà dáhùn wí pé, “Òwúrọ̀ súnmọ́ tòsí, àti òru náà pẹ̀lú. Bí ìwọ yóò bá béèrè, béèrè; kí o sì tún padà wá.”
Said the watchman, There cometh a morning. But also a night, —If ye will enquire, enquire, ye—Come, again!
13 Ọ̀rọ̀-ìmọ̀ tí ó kan Arabia. Ẹ̀yin ẹgbẹ́ èrò ti Dedani, tí ó pàgọ́ sínú igbó Arabia,
The oracle on Arabia, —Among the shrubs in Arabia, must ye lodge, Ye caravans of Dedanites.
14 gbé omi wá fún àwọn tí òǹgbẹ ń gbẹ; ẹ̀yin tí ó ń gbé Tema, gbé oúnjẹ wá fún àwọn ìsáǹsá.
To meet the thirsty, bring ye water, —Ye dwellers in the land of Tema; With bread for him, get in advance of him that is in flight!
15 Wọ́n sá kúrò lọ́wọ́ idà, kúrò lọ́wọ́ idà tí a fàyọ, kúrò lọ́wọ́ ọrun tí a fàyọ àti kúrò nínú ìgbóná ogun.
For, before swords, have they fled: Before a sword that is drawn, Before a bow that is bent, And before the stress of war.
16 Èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa sọ fún mi: “Láàrín ọdún kan, gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìwọ̀fà tí ó wà lábẹ́ ọgbà, í ti í kà á, gbogbo ògo ìlú Kedari yóò wá sí òpin.
For, thus, hath My Lord said unto me, —Within a year according to the yearn of a hireling, shall fail all the glory of Kedar;
17 Àwọn tafàtafà tí ó sálà, àwọn jagunjagun ìlú Kedari kò ní tó nǹkan.” Olúwa, Ọlọ́run Israẹli ni ó ti sọ̀rọ̀.
And, the remnant of the record of bowmen, The heroes of the sons of Kedar, shall become few; For Yahweh God of Israel, hath spoken.
