Isaiah 64
1 If only You would rend the heavens and come down, so that mountains would quake at Your presence,
O, esi nàhadze dziƒowo me aɖi ava anyi, be towo nadzo kpekpekpe le ŋkuwò me!
2 as fire kindles the brushwood and causes the water to boil, to make Your name known to Your enemies, so that the nations will tremble at Your presence!
Abe ale si nake léa dzoe, eye wònaa tsi fiena wlɔwlɔwlɔ ene la, nenema ke nàɖi va, ana wò ketɔwo nanya wò ŋkɔ, eye dukɔwo nadzo nyanyanya le ŋkuwò me,
3 When You did awesome works that we did not expect, You came down, and the mountains trembled at Your presence.
elabena esime nèwɔ nu dziŋɔ siwo míekpɔ mɔ na o la, èɖiɖi va anyi, eye towo dzo kpekpekpe le ŋkuwò me.
4 From ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides You, who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him.
Tso blema ke, ame aɖeke mesee o, to aɖeke mesee o, ŋku aɖeke mekpɔ Mawu bubu aɖeke kpe ɖe ŋuwò, esi kpena ɖe ame siwo le mɔ kpɔm nɛ la ŋu o.
5 You welcome those who gladly do right, who remember Your ways. Surely You were angry, for we sinned. How can we be saved if we remain in our sins?
Èkpena ɖe ame siwo wɔa nu dzɔdzɔe dzidzɔtɔe, eye wòɖoa ŋku wò mɔwo dzi la ŋuti, ke esi míegale nu vɔ̃ wɔwɔ dzi ɖe ŋuwò la, èkpɔ dziku, eya ta aleke míawɔ akpɔ ɖeɖe?
6 Each of us has become like something unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all wither like a leaf, and our iniquities carry us away like the wind.
Mí katã míele abe ame makɔmakɔwo ene, eye míaƒe nu dzɔdzɔe wɔwɔwo katã le abe ɖovu ƒoɖi ene. Mí katã míeyrɔ abe aŋgba ene, eye míaƒe nu vɔ̃wo lɔ mi ɖe nu hoo abe ya ene.
7 No one calls on Your name or strives to take hold of You. For You have hidden Your face from us and delivered us into the hand of our iniquity.
Ame aɖeke meyɔa wò ŋkɔ alo dzea agbagba be wòaku ɖe ŋuwò o, elabena èɣla wò mo ɖe mí, eye le míaƒe nu vɔ̃wo ta la, èna míevɔ le eme keŋkeŋ,
8 But now, O LORD, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand.
gake hã la, o Yehowa, wòe nye mía Fofo. Míawo la, anyie mienye eye wòe nye zemela. Mí katã mienye wò asinudɔwɔwɔwo.
9 Do not be angry, O LORD, beyond measure; do not remember our iniquity forever. Oh, look upon us, we pray; we are all Your people!
O! Yehowa, mègado dziku wòatso eme o. Mègaɖo ŋku míaƒe nu vɔ̃wo dzi ɖaa o. O, nye kɔ nàkpɔ mi ɖa, mieɖe kuku, elabena mí katã míenye wò amewo.
10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wasteland and Jerusalem a desolation.
Wò du kɔkɔewo zu gbegbe, Zion gɔ̃ hã zu gbegbe, eye Yerusalem zu aƒedo.
11 Our holy and beautiful temple, where our fathers praised You, has been burned with fire, and all that was dear to us lies in ruins.
Wotɔ dzo míaƒe gbedoxɔ kɔkɔe dzeani si me mia fofowo kafu wò le, eye nu siwo katã ŋuti míede asixɔxɔe la gblẽ.
12 After all this, O LORD, will You restrain Yourself? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?
O, Yehowa, le nu siawo katã megbe la, ɖe nàgade megbe tso mía ŋua? Ɖe nàzi kpi ahe to na mí wu ale si hiã?
