Isaiah 25
1 O Yahweh! my God, thou art, I will exalt thee, I will praise thy Name, For thou hast done a wonderful thing, —Purposes of long ago Faithfulness in truth.
Wee Jehova-rĩ, Wee nĩwe Ngai wakwa; nĩngũgũtũũgĩria na ngooce rĩĩtwa rĩaku, nĩgũkorwo nĩwĩkĩte maũndũ ma magegania, na maũndũ marĩa maabangĩtwo kuuma o tene, ũkamahingia na wĩhokeku waku mũkinyanĩru.
2 For thou hast made, of a citadel, a mound, of a defenced city, a ruin, —palaces for foreigners to be no city, To times age-abiding, shall it not be built.
Nĩũtũmĩte itũũra rĩrĩa inene rĩtuĩke hĩba ya mahiga, itũũra rĩu rĩirigĩre na hinya ũgatũma rĩanangwo, itũũra inene rĩrĩa rĩarĩ kĩĩhitho kĩa andũ a kũngĩ, ti itũũra rĩngĩ, na rĩtigaakwo rĩngĩ.
3 For this cause! shall glorify thee—a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio andũ arĩa marĩ hinya nĩmagagũtĩĩa, namo matũũra manene ma ndũrĩrĩ iria itarĩ tha magwĩtigĩre.
4 For thou didst become A refuge to the weak. A refuge to the needy, when distress was upon him, —A shelter from the storm. A shade from the heat, When the blast of tyrants was like a storm against a wall.
Wee ũkoretwo ũrĩ rĩũrĩro rĩa athĩĩni, na rĩũrĩro rĩa abatari hĩndĩ ya mĩnyamaro yao, handũ ha kũũrĩra hĩndĩ ya kĩhuhũkanio, o na ta kĩĩruru gĩa kwĩyũa riũa. Nĩgũkorwo mĩhũmũ ya arĩa matarĩ tha ĩhaana kĩhuhũkanio kĩrĩa kĩgũthaga rũthingo na nditi,
5 As heat in a desert, the pomp of foreigners, wilt thou subdue, —Heat—with the shade of a cloud, The song of tyrants! become low.
ningĩ ĩhaana ta ũrugarĩ wa werũ-inĩ. Wee nĩwe ũkiragia ngũĩ ya andũ a kũngĩ o ta ũrĩa ũrugarĩ ũnyiihagio nĩ kĩĩruru gĩa itu, na nĩ ũndũ ũcio rwĩmbo rwa acio matarĩ tha nĩrũtigĩte kũinwo.
6 Then will Yahweh of hosts prepare for all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of old wines, —Of fat things full of marrow, Of old wines well refined;
Kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩkĩ nĩkuo Jehova Mwene-Hinya-Wothe akaarugithĩria andũ othe iruga rĩa irio iria njega mũno, na iruga rĩa ndibei ĩrĩa njega mũno: iruga rĩa nyama iria njega mũno, o na ndibei ĩrĩa njega mũno makĩria.
7 And he will swallow up in this mountain, The mask of the veil, the veil that is upon all the peoples, —And the web that is woven over all the nations.
Kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩkĩ nĩkĩo akaanangĩra taama ũrĩa wohanĩtie andũ othe, na cuka ũrĩa ũhumbĩrĩte ndũrĩrĩ ciothe;
8 Having swallowed up death itself victoriously, My Lord, Yahweh, will wipe away, tears from off all faces, —And the reproach of his own people, will he remove from off all the earth, For, Yahweh, hath spoken.
gĩkuũ nĩkũniinwo gĩkaaniinwo nginya tene. Ningĩ Mwathani Jehova nĩakagiria maithori, kuuma mothiũ mothe, na rũmena rũrĩa andũ ake mamenetwo na ruo arũniine, rũthire thĩ yothe. Jehova nĩwe warĩtie ũhoro ũcio.
9 So shall it be said, in that day, Lo! our God, is this! We waited for him, that he might save us, —This, is Yahweh! We waited for him, Let us exult and rejoice in his salvation.
Mũthenya ũcio nĩmakoiga atĩrĩ, “Ti-itherũ ũyũ nĩwe Ngai witũ; nĩwe twehokire, nake agĩtũhonokia, ũyũ nĩwe Jehova, nĩwe twehokire; nĩtũkene na tũcanjamũke nĩ ũndũ wa ũhonokio wake.”
10 For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, —Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;
Nĩgũkorwo guoko kwa Jehova gũgaikaraga kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩkĩ; no Moabi gũkaarangĩrĩrio rungu rwake, o ta ũrĩa nyeki nyũmũ ĩrangagĩrĩrio thumu-inĩ.
11 Should he spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, As a swimmer spreadeth forth to swim, Then would be laid low his pride, together with the devices of his hands.
Magaatambũrũkĩria moko mao kuo, o ta ũrĩa mũthambĩri atambũrũkagia moko agĩĩthambĩra. Ngai nĩwe ũkaaharũrũkia mwĩtĩĩo wao, o na marĩ na wara wa wĩra ũrĩa marutaga na moko mao.
12 Yea, the lofty stronghold of thy walls, Hath he brought down—Laid low—Levelled to the ground even unto the dust.
Nĩakamomora thingo cianyu iria ndaihu ciakĩtwo na hinya, acigũithie thĩ; agaacimomora igwe thĩ, o rũkũngũ-inĩ.
