Isaiah 25
1 O LORD, You are my God! I will exalt You; I will praise Your name. For You have worked wonders— plans formed long ago— in perfect faithfulness.
Ao, Awurade, wone me Onyankopɔn; mɛma wo so na mayi wo din ayɛ, ɛfiri sɛ wofiri nokorɛdie mu ayɛ anwanwadeɛ bebree, nneɛma a wɔahyehyɛ firi teteete.
2 Indeed, You have made the city a heap of rubble, the fortified town a ruin. The fortress of strangers is a city no more; it will never be rebuilt.
Woayɛ kuropɔn no mmubuiɛ sie, kuro no a ɛwɔ banbɔ no asɛe; ananafoɔ abandenden no nyɛ kuropɔn bio; na wɔrensi bio.
3 Therefore, a strong people will honor You. The cities of ruthless nations will revere You.
Enti aman a wɔyɛ den bɛdi wo ni atutupɛfoɔ aman bɛhyɛ wo animuonyam.
4 For You have been a refuge for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like rain against a wall,
Woayɛ ahiafoɔ dwanekɔbea, ohiani mmɔborɔni dwanekɔbea, ahum ano ahintaeɛ ɔhyeɛ mu nwunu na atutupɛfoɔ ahome te sɛ ahum a ɛrebɔ dwira ɔfasuo
5 like heat in a dry land. You subdue the uproar of foreigners. As the shade of a cloud cools the heat, so the song of the ruthless is silenced.
ne ɔhyew a ɛwɔ anweatam so. Wobrɛ ananafoɔ hooyɛ ase; sɛdeɛ omununkum brɛ owia ɔhyeɛ ano ase no, saa ara na atutupɛfoɔ nnwom nso bɛgyaeɛ.
6 On this mountain the LORD of Hosts will prepare a banquet for all the peoples, a feast of aged wine, of choice meat, of finely aged wine.
Asafo Awurade bɛto ɛpono wɔ saa bepɔ yi so. Ɔbɛsiesie nnuane pa ne nsã a adi nna, ɛnam pa ne nsã pa ama nnipa nyinaa.
7 On this mountain He will swallow up the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations;
Wɔ bepɔ yi so, ɔbɛsɛe owuo ntoma a ɛkata nnipa nyinaa ho ne owuo nkatasoɔ a ɛkata aman nyinaa so;
8 He will swallow up death forever. The Lord GOD will wipe away the tears from every face and remove the disgrace of His people from the whole earth.
Ɔbɛmene owuo afebɔɔ. Asafo Awurade bɛpepa aniso nisuo nyinaa. Ɔbɛyi ne nkurɔfoɔ ahohora, afiri nsase nyinaa so. Awurade na waka.
9 And in that day it will be said, “Surely this is our God; we have waited for Him, and He has saved us. This is the LORD for whom we have waited. Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.”
Saa ɛda no, wɔbɛka sɛ, “Ampa ara yɛn Onyankopɔn nie; yɛde yɛn ho too no so na ɔgyee yɛn; Awurade no nie, yɛgyee no diiɛ; momma yɛnni ahurisie na yɛn ani nnye wɔ ne nkwagyeɛ no mu.”
10 For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain. But Moab will be trampled in his place as straw is trodden into the dung pile.
Awurade nsa bɛda saa bepɔ yi so; nanso ɔbɛtiatia Moab so te sɛ ɛserɛ a wɔtiatia so de fra sumena.
11 He will spread out his hands within it, as a swimmer spreads his arms to swim. His pride will be brought low, despite the skill of his hands.
Wɔbɛtrɛtrɛ wɔn nsa mu wɔ so, sɛdeɛ osudwarefoɔ trɛtrɛ ne nsa mu de dwareɛ. Onyankopɔn bɛbrɛ wɔn ahomasoɔ ase a ɔrenhwɛ wɔn nsa ano dwumadie ho.
12 The high-walled fortress will be brought down, cast to the ground, into the dust.
Ɔbɛbubu mo banbɔ afasuo atentene no agu; ɔbɛbubu agu fam ama ayɛ mfuturo.
