Isaiah 17
1 The burden of Damascus. “Behold, Damascus is taken away from being a city, and it will be a ruinous heap.
Damaska kawng pongah thuih ih lok loe, Khenah, Damaska loe vangpui ah oh han ai ah, kamro hmuenmaenawk tapophaih ahmuen ah om tih.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken. They will be for flocks, which shall lie down, and no one shall make them afraid.
Aroer vangpuinawk loe pahnawt sut boeh pongah, tuunawk prathaih ahmuen hoi tabokhaih ahmuen ah om tih; mi mah doeh nihcae to pazih mak ai boeh.
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 the LORD of Hosts.
Ephraim prae thungah sipae hoi thungh ih vangpui om mak ai boeh, Damaska hoi kanghmat Syria prae ah doeh siangpahrang ukhaih om mak ai boeh; nihcae loe Israel caanawk lensawkhaih baktiah om o tih, tiah misatuh kaminawk ih Angraeng mah thuih.
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.
To na niah loe Jakob lensawkhaih to azaem ueloe, ngan pong ih athawk doeh zaek tih boeh.
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.
To naah loe cang aatkung mah cangqui to aah moe, a ban ah cangqui tapom, Rephaim azawn ih cang aat kami baktiah om tih.
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 the LORD, the God of Israel.
Toe Olive kung to ahuenh naah, tanghang ranui koekah ih kanghmat athaih hnetto, to tih ai boeh loe thumto maw baktih, kapop ah kathai tanghang pongah kaom kanghmat athaih palito, to tih ai boeh loe pangato baktiah, kanghmat misurthaih to om tih, tiah Israel Angraeng Sithaw mah thuih.
7 In that day, people will look to their Maker, and their eyes will have respect for the Holy One of Israel.
To na niah loe kami mah angmah sahkung to dan ueloe, Israel Ciimcai Sithaw to khingyahaih hoiah khen tih.
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.
Anih mah ban hoiah sak ih hmaicam to khen mak ai, a banpazung hoiah sak moe, thing nuiah soi ih krangnawk hoi hmuihoih thlaekhaih hmaicamnawk doeh dawncang mak ai boeh.
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.
To na niah loe kacak parai anih ih vangpuinawk loe, Israel kaminawk mah caeh taak moe, vah sut ih thing hoi tadong ih thing tanghang baktiah om ueloe, prae doeh angqai krang tih boeh.
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.
Nangmacae pahlongkung Sithaw to na pahnet o moe, na thacak o haih lungsong to na poek o ai boeh pongah, kahoih thingkung to na thling o ueloe, kalah amuunawk to na patii o tih;
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.
to na niah na patit o ih amuu loe amprawk moe, akhawnbang ah apawk roep cadoeh, athaih pakhrikhaih tue loe nang hanah kahoih thai ai palungsethaih tue ah ni om tih.
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!
Tuipui tuen baktiah katuen, kanoih parai kaminawk hoi thacak tuiphu kangthawk baktiah angthawk kaminawk loe, khosak bing!
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.
Kaminawk loe kalen parai kangthawk tuiphu baktiah angthawk o cadoeh, nihcae to Sithaw mah thuitaek tih, nihcae loe ahmuen kangthla ah cawn o tih; nihcae loe mae nuiah takhi song naah takhi mah hmuh phaeng ih tavai baktih, kamhae takhi mah hmuh ih anghnoeng baktiah om o tih.
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.
Khenah, duembang ah raihaih pha ueloe, akhawnbang pha ai naah anghmaa o tih. Hae loe kaicae ih hmuenmae lomh kami, kaicae parokungnawk mah tongh han ih taham ah om tih.
