< Isaiah 17 >

1 The burden of Damascus. “Behold, Damascus is taken away from being a city, and it will be a ruinous heap.
Nke a bụ amụma megide Damaskọs, isi obodo Siria. “Lee, Damaskọs agaghị adịkwa! Ọ gaghị abụkwa obodo ọzọ, kama ọ ga-aghọ mkpọmkpọ ebe, nke zedara ezeda.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken. They will be for flocks, which shall lie down, and no one shall make them afraid.
Ọ dịkwaghị onye ga-ebi nʼime nʼobodo niile nke Aroea, ọ ga-adịrị igwe atụrụ na ehi dị iche iche, ndị ga-amakpu, ọ dịkwaghị onye ga-eme ka egwu tụọ ha nʼebe ahụ.
3 The fortress shall cease from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus, and the remnant of Syria. They will be as the glory of the children of Israel,” says Yahweh of Armies.
Ebe e wusiri ike nke Ifrem agaghị adịkwa, ya na ike alaeze nke sị Damaskọs, ndị fọdụrụ nke Aram ga-adị ka ebube nke ndị Izrel,” otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile kwubiri ya.
4 “It will happen in that day that the glory of Jacob will be made thin, and the fatness of his flesh will become lean.
“Nʼụbọchị ahụ, a ga-eme ka nsọpụrụ Jekọb nwere bụrụ ihe e wedara nʼala. Abụba dịkwa ya nʼahụ ga-atalata.
5 It will be like when the harvester gathers the wheat, and his arm reaps the grain. Yes, it will be like when one gleans grain in the valley of Rephaim.
Ọ ga-adị ka ubi e si nʼime ya wee ihe mkpụrụ site nʼọka guzoro ọtọ, na-achịkọta mkpụrụ nʼogwe aka ha dịka mgbe mmadụ na-atụtụkọta mkpụrụ site nʼigbo ọka nʼime Ndagwurugwu Refaim.
6 Yet gleanings will be left there, like the shaking of an olive tree, two or three olives in the top of the uppermost bough, four or five in the outermost branches of a fruitful tree,” says Yahweh, the God of Israel.
Ma ọ bụ ole na ole nʼime mkpụrụ ahụ ga-afọdụkwa, dịka mgbe a kuchasịrị osisi oliv, hapụ mkpụrụ abụọ maọbụ atọ, nke dị nʼalaka kachasị elu, maọbụ mkpụrụ anọ maọbụ ise a hapụrụ nʼọnụ ọnụ alaka nke ahụ mịrị mkpụrụ.” Otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, Chineke Izrel kwubiri ya.
7 In that day, people will look to their Maker, and their eyes will have respect for the Holy One of Israel.
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, ha ga-echeta onye kere ha, nweekwa nsọpụrụ nʼebe Onye nsọ nke Izrel nọ.
8 They will not look to the altars, the work of their hands; neither shall they respect that which their fingers have made, either the Asherah poles or the incense altars.
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, ha agaghị elekwasịkwa chi ha dị iche iche anya ka ha nyere ha aka. Ha agakwaghị efe ihe ndị ahụ ha ji aka ha mee. Ha agakwaghị asọpụrụ chi nwanyị ha bụ Ashera, maọbụ ebe ịchụ aja ụda na-esi isi ụtọ nke mkpịsịaka kpụrụ.
9 In that day, their strong cities will be like the forsaken places in the woods and on the mountain top, which were forsaken from before the children of Israel; and it will be a desolation.
Nʼụbọchị ahụ, obodo ha niile e wusiri ike, nke ha hapụrụ nʼihi ndị Izrel, ga-adị ka ebe ahapụrụ ahapụ nye oke ọhịa na ahịhịa nke ọhịa. Ebe niile ga-abụ nnọọ mkpọmkpọ ebe.
10 For you have forgotten the God of your salvation, and have not remembered the rock of your strength. Therefore you plant pleasant plants, and set out foreign seedlings.
Nʼihi na ị chezọla Chineke onye na-azọpụta gị. I chetaghị Nkume ahụ, nke bụ ebe mgbaba gị. Ya mere, ọ masịkwa gị kụọ ihe ọkụkụ dị iche iche nke dị ụtọ, maọbụ manye alaka osisi vaịnị ị si nʼala ọzọ bubata,
11 In the day of your planting, you hedge it in. In the morning, you make your seed blossom, but the harvest flees away in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.
ọ bụrụkwa na i mee ka ha too nʼụbọchị ahụ ị kụnyere ha nʼala, maọbụ na ha mara ifuru nʼụtụtụ ụbọchị ahụ ị kụnyere ha nʼala, ị gaghị aghọta mkpụrụ ọ mịrị, nʼihi na ọ bụ naanị ọrịa na ihe mgbu ka ha ga-ewetara gị.
12 Ah, the uproar of many peoples who roar like the roaring of the seas; and the rushing of nations that rush like the rushing of mighty waters!
Ahaa, lee ụzụ nke ọtụtụ mmadụ na-eme, nke yiri mkpọtụ oke osimiri. Ọ bụ mkpọtụ nke mba dị iche iche; ha na-eme mkpọtụ dị ka nnugharị nke ọtụtụ osimiri.
13 The nations will rush like the rushing of many waters, but he will rebuke them, and they will flee far off, and will be chased like the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like the whirling dust before the storm.
Ọ bụ ezie na ha na-agbọ ụja dịka mkpọtụ nke oke osimiri, ma Chineke ga-abara ha mba nke ga-eme ka ha gbaa ọsọ. A ga-achụsa ha dịka ifufe si efesa igbugbo ọka, na dịka mpempe akwụkwọ ifufe siri ike na-ebugharị gburugburu gburugburu.
14 At evening, behold, terror! Before the morning, they are no more. This is the portion of those who plunder us, and the lot of those who rob us.
Nʼanyasị, ha na-eme ka oke egwu dịrị, tutu ruo ụtụtụ, ha adịghịkwa. Nke a bụ ihe nketa dịịrị ndị ahụ na-apụnara anyị ihe anyị nwere nʼike. E, ọ bụ ihe nza ruru ndị ahụ ji ike na-anakọrọ anyị ihe anyị nwere.

< Isaiah 17 >