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.
Yawe, ozali Nzambe na ngai; nakonetola Yo mpe nakosanzola Kombo na Yo; pamba te na boyengebene na Yo ya kokoka, osalaki mabongisi ya kokamwa, makambo oyo obongisa wuta kala.
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.
Okomisaki engumba mopiku ya mabanga, okomisaki bingumba ya makasi maboke ya mabanga; bandako batonga makasi ya bapaya etikali lisusu na bilongi ya engumba te, bakotonga yango lisusu te.
3 For this cause! shall glorify thee—a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;
Yango wana, bato ya nguya bakopesa Yo lokumu, bingumba ya bikolo ya kanza ekotosa Yo.
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.
Ozalaki ekimelo mpo na mobola, ekimelo mpo na moto oyo akelela, na tango ya pasi, ebombamelo na tango ya mvula makasi mpe pio na tango ya molunge. Pamba te pema ya banyokoli ezali lokola mvula ya makasi oyo ebukaka bamir;
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.
mpe lokola moto ya moyi na zelo ya esobe. Osilisaki makelele ya bapaya ndenge pio ya mapata esilisaka molunge; boye nde nzembo ya banyokoli esilaki.
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;
Na ngomba oyo, Yawe, Mokonzi ya mampinga, akobongisa feti ya biloko kitoko mpo na bato nyonso, feti monene ya vino ya kala, ya misuni oyo eleki mafuta mpe ya vino ya kala oyo balongola malamu salite.
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.
Kaka na ngomba oyo, akobebisa vwale oyo esili kozipa bato nyonso, bulangeti oyo ezipi bikolo nyonso;
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.
akolimwisa kufa mpo na libela. Nkolo Yawe akopangusa mpinzoli na bilongi nyonso, akolongola soni ya bato na Ye kati na mokili mobimba. Solo, Yawe alobi.
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.
Na mokolo wana, bakoloba: « Solo, Oyo azali penza Nzambe na biso! Totiaki mitema epai na Ye mpe abikisi biso. Oyo azali solo Yawe, totiaki mitema epai na Ye; tika ete tosepela mpe tozala na esengo mpo na lobiko oyo apesi biso! »
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;
Loboko na Yawe ekozala na ngomba oyo, kasi bakonyata-nyata Moabi na mokili na bango ndenge banyataka matiti kati na libulu ya fimie.
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.
Akosembola maboko na Ye kati na yango ndenge basembolaka maboko mpo na kokata mayi. Nzambe akokitisa lolendo na bango mpe mayele ya maboko na bango;
12 Yea, the lofty stronghold of thy walls, Hath he brought down—Laid low—Levelled to the ground even unto the dust.
akobuka bamir milayi na bino ya makasi mpe akolalisa yango na se; akokweyisa yango na mabele kino ekoma putulu.
