Isaiah 44
1 Now, then—hear, O Jacob, my Servant, —and Israel whom I have chosen:
Aa le janjiño heike ry Iakobe mpitoroko, ry Israele jinoboko.
2 Thus, saith Yahweh—Who made thee and formed thee from birth, Who helpeth thee: Do not fear O my Servant Jacob, and Jeshurun whom I have chosen;
Hoe t’Iehovà namboatse azo, i namoroñe azo an-koviñ’ aoy, Ie ty hañimb’azo: ko hemban-drehe ry Iakobe mpitoroko, naho ry Iesorone jinoboko.
3 For I will pour, Water upon the thirsty soil, and Floods upon the dry ground, —I will pour My spirit upon thy seed, and My blessing upon thine offspring;
Fa hañiliñako rano i kirikintàñey, naho rano mitsiritsioke an-tane maike eo; hadoako amo tiri’oo ty Troko, naho amo tarira’oo ty fañanintsiko.
4 So will they spring up among the grass, As willows by the water-courses:
Le hitiry añate ahetse ao iereo manahake ty sohihy añolon-tsaka ey.
5 This one, will say Yahweh’s, am I, and That one, will call himself by the name of Jacob, and Yonder one will write on his hand—Yahweh’s, And after the name of Israel, will one entitle himself.
Hanao ty hoe ty raike: A Iehovà raho, le hitoka ty añara’e ho Iakobe ty raike; ty ila’e hanokitse am-pità’e eo t’ie a Iehovà, vaho hatao’e Israele ty añaram-binta’e.
6 Thus saith Yahweh—King of Israel, Even his Redeemer, Yahweh of hosts, —I, am, First, and, I, Last, And besides me, there is no God.
Hoe t’Iehovà, Mpanjaka’ Israele naho ty Mpijeba’e, t’Iehovà’ i Màroy; Zaho ro valoha’e, Zaho ro figadoña’e, le tsy eo t’i Andrianañahare naho tsy Zaho avao.
7 Who then, like me, can call, and declare it, and order it, for me, Seeing that I appointed an age-abiding people, —Or things yet to be, and that shall come to pass, Let them declare on their part.
Ia ty manahak’ ahy—angao ho koihe’e naho ho taroñe’e, hamolily amako— boak’ amy nampijadoñako o matoetoeo! He adono re hitoky o viloñe ho avio, o raha mbe tsy nifetsakeo.
8 Do not ye dread, nor yet be alarmed, Have I not from olden time, told thee and declared? So that, ye, are my witnesses, —Whether there is a GOD besides me? Or is no Rock—I knew of none!
Ko hemban-drehe, ko mahimahiñe, tsy fa nitaroñeko haehae hao? Mbore nikoihako? Inahareo ro valolombeloko: Ia t’i Andrianañahare añ’ilako? Ia ka ty Lamilamy? ie alik’ amako.
9 The fashioners of an image—all of them, are emptiness, And, the things they delight in, cannot profit, —And, their, witnesses, they, neither see nor know, That they may be ashamed.
Songa tsy manjofake o mpamoroñe sare’ndrahareo, vaho tsy vara o mahasinda iareoo; tsy maharendreke o mpitalili’ iareoo, tsy mahafohiñe, hisalara’e.
10 Who hath fashioned a GOD, Oran image, hath molten? It cannot profit!
Ia ty namoroñe ty ‘ndrahare, ndra nampitranake saren-draha tsy jefa’e?
11 Lo! all his partners, turn pale, Even, the artificers themselves, are of the sons of earth, —Let them gather themselves together—all of them. Let them take their stand, Let them dread, and turn pale, together!
Toe ho meñatse iaby o mpirimboñe ama’eo, mentsake ondaty nandranjy iareoo; angao hifanontone iereo, songa hijohañe ey hirevendreveñe, sindre hitrao-kasalarañe.
12 As for the smith, [with his] cutting-tool, —When he hath wrought in the live coals, And, with hammers, hath fashioned it, —And hath wrought it with his strong arm, Anon he is hungry, and hath no strength, He hath drunk no water and so hath become faint!
Manefe fekoñe ty mpanefe, tolone’e am-baen’ afo, foroñe’e ami’ty ana-bato, anoe’e an-tsirañe maozatse; miha-kerè re, milesa i haozara’ey; tsy minon-drano, midazidazìtse.
13 As for the carpenter, —He hath stretched out a line hath drawn it with a pencil, Hath made it with carving tools, With compasses, hath rounded it, —And so hath made it after the figure of a great man, After the beauty of a son of earth, that it may remain in a house!
Mamavatse taly ty mpandranjy; sokire’e am-penisily; lamae’e am-pandama, patere’e an-kompà, vaho tsene’e ho sarem-binta’ondaty an-katsomerentseren-dra-olombelo, hitoboha’e añ’anjomba ao.
14 When one was cutting him down cedars, Then took he a holm-tree and an oak, And secured them for himself, among the trees of the forest, —He planted a fir-tree and the pouring rain made it grow;
Firae’e ho aze ty mendoraveñe, rambese’e ty varo naho ty kobaiñe; beize’e ka ty hatae raike añ’ala ao, ambolè’e ty kintsy, vaho mamahañe aze i orañey.
15 So it serveth for a man to burn, And he hath taken of the branches and warmed himself, Also he kindleth a fire, and baketh bread, —Also he maketh a GOD, and hath bowed himself down, Hath made of it a carved image, and adored it:
Minjare raha mete oroa’ ondaty, aa le angala’e hamindroa’e; eka viañe’e naho anokona’e mahakama; mbore andranjia’e ndrahare, naho mitalaho ama’e, anokira’e hazomanga vaho midrakadrakak’ ama’e.
16 The half thereof, hath he burned in the fire, Over half thereof, he eateth flesh, He roasteth roast, that he may be satisfied, —Also he warmeth himself, and saith, Aha, I am warm, I have seen a blaze;
Olora’e añ’afo ao ty ila’e; ikama’e i henay ie mitono ty ila’ i henay, le anjañe, eka, amindroa’e le manao ty hoe: Hiry! Mafana raho fa nitendrek’afo.
17 And the residue thereof, Into a GOD, he maketh, Into his carved image, —Adoreth it, and boweth down and prayeth unto it, And saith Deliver me, for, my GOD, thou art!
Ty sisa’e amboare’e ‘ndrahare, toe sare’e; mibaboke re italahoa’e, naho ihalalia’e, manao ty hoe: Hahao raho, fa ‘ndrahareko rehe?
18 They have not taken note, neither can they perceive, —He hath besmeared—past seeing—their eyes, Past understanding, their hearts;
Tsy apota’e, tsy mahilala; fa nakipe’e ty maso’iareo, tsy hahaisake, naho ty tro’e tsy haharendreke.
19 And no one reflecteth—There is neither knowledge nor discernment—to say, Half thereof, have I burned up in the fire Moreover also I have baked, on the coals thereof, bread, I roasted flesh, and have been eating, —And of the remainder thereof, an abomination, shall I make? And, to a log of wood, shall I pay adoration?
Tsy eo ty mitsakore an-troke te tsy ama’e ty hihitse ndra hilala hanoa’e ty hoe: Toe finorototoko añ’afo ao ty ila’e; eka fa nanokonako ahandro o vae’eo; fa nahandroako hena naho nihinañe; aa vaho handranjiako raha tiva ty sisa’e? Hibabohako hao ty foto-katae?
20 He is feeding on ashes, A deluded heart, hath turned him aside, —And he cannot deliver his own soul nor say, Is there not a falsehood in my right hand?
Lavenoke ty itamboavokaha’e, nampivike aze ty tro’e finitake, tsy haharombaha’e aiñe, hanao ty hoe: Tsy vande hao ty an-tañan-kavanako toa?
21 Remember these things, O Jacob, And, Israel, —for, my Servant, thou art, —I have fashioned thee, a Servant of mine, thou art.
Tiahio o raha zao ry Iakobe, naho ry Israele, amy te mpitoroko; Zaho ty nitsene azo, fetrek’oroko rehe; ry Israele, ehe ko andikofa’o.
22 O Israel, thou shalt not be forgotten of me, I have wiped out, As with a thick cloud, thy transgressions, And as with a broad cloud, thy sins, —Return unto me, for I have redeemed thee.
Fa finaoko hoe rahoñe milodolodo o fiolà’oo, naho hoe mika-mikopoke o tahi’oo, mibaliha amako fa nijebañeko.
23 Shout in triumph ye heavens for Yahweh, hath effectually wrought. Shout, O ye underparts of the earth, Ring out, Ye mountains, into cries of triumph, Thou forest, and every tree therein, —For, Yahweh, hath redeemed, Jacob, And in Israel, will he get himself glory.
Misaboa ry likerañeo, fa nifonira’ Iehovà; mamantsiña, ry goledoñe lalekeo; mipoñafa sabo ry vohitseo, ry ala naho ze hatae ama’e ao; amy te jineba’ Iehovà t’Iakobe, vaho rengè’e t’Israele.
24 Thus, saith Yahweh Who hath redeemed thee, Who hath fashioned thee from birth, —I—Yahweh, am the maker of all things, Stretching out the heavens, alone, Spreading forth the earth, of myself;
Hoe t’Iehovà Mpijeba’o, i nitsene azo an-koviñe aoy. Zaho Iehovà Andrianamboatse ze he’e; I mandafike o likerañeoy, Zaho raike; I mamelatse ty tane toiy, Zaho avao.
25 Frustrating the signs of praters, And, diviners, he confoundeth, —Turning wise men backwards, And their knowledge, he maketh folly;
I mampijiañe ty sahà’ i remborakey, naho mahaboseke o mpisikilio; naho mampidisa-voly o mahihitseo, vaho mampigege o hilala’eoy;
26 Establishing the word of his Servant, And the counsel of his Messengers, he maketh good, —Who saith of Jerusalem—She shall be inhabited! And of the cities of Judah—They shall be built! And the ruins thereof, will I set up!
I mañatò ty saontsi’ i mpitoro’ey naho mañeneke ze atoro’ o ira’eoy; ie mitalily am’Ierosalaime ty hoe: Ho fimoneñañe; naho amo rova’ Iehodào: Hamboareñe, vaho hatroako o mangoakoake ama’eo.
27 Who saith to the deep—Be dry and Thy rivers, will I drain!
Ie manao amy lalekey ty hoe: Maiha, vaho ho maiheko ka o saka’oo;
28 Who saith of Cyrus—My Shepherd! and All my pleasure, shall he make good Even saying of Jerusalem—She shall be built! And of the temple—Be her foundation laid!
Ie anoe’e ty hoe i Korese: Mpiarak’añondriko re, hanoe’e iaby ze mahafale ty troko; hanoe’e ty hoe t’Ierosalaime: Ho rafeteñe! naho i anjomban’ Añaharey: Haoreñe o mananta’oo.
