Isaiah 21

1 The word about the waste land. As storm-winds in the South go rushing through, it comes from the waste land, from the land greatly to be feared.

Ko e tala mamafa ʻoku kau ki he toafa ʻoe tahi. ʻO hangē ʻoku ʻasi ʻi he feituʻu tonga ʻae ngaahi ʻahiohio; ʻoku pehē ʻae haʻu ia mei he toafa, mei he fonua fakamanavahē.

2 A vision of fear comes before my eyes; the worker of deceit goes on in his false way, and the waster goes on making waste. Up! Elam; to the attack! Media; I have put an end to her sorrow.

‌ʻOku fakahā mai kiate au ʻae meʻa hā mai fakamanavahē; ʻoku fai kākā ʻe he kākā, pea kuo veteki ʻe ia ʻoku vete. ʻE ʻIlami, ke ke ʻalu hake: ʻE Mitia, ke ke fai ʻae kāpui; he kuo u fakaʻosi ʻene ngaahi mamahi kotoa pē.

3 For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.

Ko ia kuo fonu ai ʻi he mamahi hoku kongaloto: kuo kuku au ʻe he mamahi, ʻo hangē ko e mamahi ʻae fefine ʻoku langā: naʻaku mapelu ʻi he fanongo ki ai; pea ne u manavahē ʻi he sio ki ai.

4 My mind is wandering, fear has overcome me: the evening of my desire has been turned into shaking for me.

‌ʻOku tateme hoku mafu, ʻoku ilifia ʻi he manavahē: kuo ne liliu ʻae pō ʻo ʻeku fiefia ko e manavahē kiate au.

5 They make ready the table, they put down the covers, they take food and drink. Up! you captains; put oil on your breastplates.

“Teuteu ʻae keinangaʻanga, leʻo ʻi he fale leʻo, pea kai, mo inu: mou tuʻu hake ʻae ngaahi houʻeiki, pea tākai ʻae fakaū.”

6 For so has the Lord said to me, Go, let a watchman be placed; let him give word of what he sees:

He kuo pehē ʻae folofola ʻa Sihova kiate au, “ʻAlu, ʻo fakanofo ha tangata leʻo, ke ne fakahā ʻaia ʻoku ne mamata ki ai.

7 And when he sees war-carriages, horsemen by twos, war-carriages with asses, war-carriages with camels, let him give special attention.

Pea naʻa ne mamata ki he saliote mo e ongo tangata heka hoosi, ko e saliote mo e ngaahi ʻasi, pea mo e saliote mo e fanga kāmeli; pea naʻa ne fanongo ʻi he tokanga lahi:”

8 And the watchman gave a loud cry, O my lord, I am on the watchtower all day, and am placed in my watch every night:

Pea naʻa ne kalanga, ʻo hangē ko e laione: “Ko hoku ʻEiki, ʻoku ou tuʻumaʻu aipē ʻi he fale leʻo ʻi he ʻaho, pea ʻoku ou nofo ʻi hoku potu leʻo ʻi he ngaahi pō kotoa pē:

9 See, here come war-carriages with men, horsemen by twos: and in answer he said, Babylon is made low, is made low, and all her images are broken on the earth.

Pea vakai, ʻoku haʻu ʻae saliote mo e kau tangata, mo e ongo tangata heka hoosi.” Pea naʻa ne lea ʻo pehē mai, “Kuo hinga ʻa Papilone, kuo hinga; pea kuo ne laiki ki he kelekele ʻae fakatātā kotoa pē ʻo hono ngaahi ʻotua ʻoku tongi.”

10 O my crushed ones, the grain of my floor! I have given you the word which came to me from the Lord of armies, the God of Israel.

‌ʻOiauē! ʻAe meʻa kuo u haha, pea mo e uite ʻo hoku hahaʻanga: ko ia kuo u fanongo meia Sihova ʻoe ngaahi kautau, ko e ʻOtua ʻo ʻIsileli, ko ia kuo u fakahā kiate koe.

11 The word about Edom. A voice comes to me from Seir, Watchman, how far gone is the night? how far gone is the night?

Ko e tala mamafa ʻoku kau ki Toma. ʻOku ne ui kiate au mei Seia, ʻae tangata leʻo, “ʻOku fēfē ʻae pō? ʻAe tangata leʻo, ʻoku fēfē ʻae pō?”

12 The watchman says, The morning has come, but night is still to come: if you have questions to put, put them, and come back again.

Naʻe pehē ʻe he tangata leʻo, “ʻOku haʻu ʻae pongipongi, pea mo e pō foki: kapau te mou fehuʻi, mou fehuʻi: tafoki, haʻu.”

13 The word about Arabia. In the thick woods of Arabia will be your night's resting-place, O travelling bands of Dedanites!

Ko e tala mamafa ʻoku kau ki ʻAlepea. ʻI he vao lahi ʻi ʻAlepea, te mou mohe, ʻakimoutolu ko e kaunga fononga ʻo Tetanimi.

14 Give water to him who is in need of water; give bread, O men of the land of Tema, to those in flight.

Naʻe ʻomi ʻe he kakai ʻoe fonua ko Tima ʻae vai kiate ia naʻe fieinu, naʻa nau tokoni ʻaki ʻenau mā ʻakinautolu naʻe hola.

15 For they are in flight from the sharp sword, and the bent bow, and from the trouble of war.

He naʻa nau hola mei he ngaahi heletā, mei he heletā kuo toʻo, pea mei he kaufana kuo teke, pea mo e ngaahi mamahi ʻoe tau.

16 For so has the Lord said to me, In a year, by the years of a servant working for payment, all the glory of Kedar will come to an end:

He kuo pehē ʻae folofola ʻae ʻEiki kiate au, “ʻI he teʻeki ai kakato ha taʻu ʻe taha, hangē ko e ngaahi taʻu ʻo ha taha ʻoku ngāue kae totongi, ʻe ngata ʻo ʻosi ʻae lelei kotoa pē ʻo Keta:

17 And the rest of the bowmen, the men of war of the children of Kedar, will be small in number: for the Lord, the God of Israel, has said it.

Pea ʻe fakatokosiʻi hono toe ʻoe lau ʻoe kau tangata fana, ʻi he kau tangata mālohi ʻoe fānau ʻo Keta: he kuo folofola ʻa Sihova ko e ʻOtua ʻo ʻIsileli.”