Isaiah 64
1 If only You would rend the heavens and come down, so that mountains would quake at Your presence,
Ọ gaara adị mma ma asị na ị ga-adọwa eluigwe rịdata nʼala, ma asị nʼugwu ukwu niile ga-ama jijiji nʼihu gị!
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!
Dịka mgbe ọkụ na-agba ụmụ osisi, na-eme ka mmiri e sikwasịrị nʼọkụ gbọọ. Si nʼelu rịdata bịa mee ka ndị iro gị niile maara aha gị, meekwa ka mba niile dị iche iche maa jijiji nʼihu gị.
3 When You did awesome works that we did not expect, You came down, and the mountains trembled at Your presence.
Nʼihi na ọ bụ mgbe i mere ọtụtụ ihe egwu dị iche iche nke anyị na-atụghị anya ya ka ị rịdatara mee ka ugwu ukwu niile maa jijiji nʼihu gị.
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.
Nʼihi na site na mgbe ochie, ọ dịbeghị onye nụrụ, ọ dịbeghị ntị ghọtara, o nwebeghị anya hụrụ Chineke ọzọ karịa gị, onye na-emejupụtara ndị na-echere ya ihe na-akpa ha.
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?
Ị na-enyere ndị na-eme ezi ihe aka, bụ ndị ji ọṅụ na-echeta ụzọ gị nʼechiche uche ha. Ma mgbe anyị nọgidere na-emehie megide ha, iwe were gị. A ga-esikwanụ aṅaa zọpụta anyị?
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.
Anyị niile dịka onye rụrụ arụ, ezi omume anyị niile kwa dịka nkịrịnka akwa ruru unyi. Anyị akpọnwụọla dịka akwụkwọ osisi, mmehie anyị na-ebufukwa anyị dịka ifufe.
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.
Ọ dịghị onye nʼime anyị na-arịọ gị arịrịọ; ọ dịkwaghị onye na-akpọku aha gị. Nʼihi ya, i zoola ihu gị site nʼebe anyị nọ, meekwa ka anyị bụrụ ndị gbazere agbaze nʼihi mmehie anyị.
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.
Ma otu ọbụla o si dị, gị Onyenwe anyị bụ Nna anyị. Anyị bụ ụrọ, ma ị bụ ọkpụ ite. Ọ bụ aka gị kpụrụ anyị niile.
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!
Biko, Onyenwe anyị, anọgidela na-eweso anyị iwe; echetakwala mmehie anyị ọzọ ruo mgbe ebighị ebi. Biko, lekwasị anyị anya nʼihi na ndị gị ka anyị bụ.
10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wasteland and Jerusalem a desolation.
Obodo nsọ gị niile aghọọla ọzara; ọ bụladị Zayọn aghọọla ọzara, Jerusalem, ebe tọgbọrọ nʼefu.
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.
Ụlọnsọ ukwu anyị ahụ mara mma, nke dịkwa nsọ, ebe nna anyị ha nọ too gị, ma feekwa gị ofufe, abụrụla ihe a gbara ọkụ. Ihe niile mara mma nʼime ya alaala nʼiyi.
12 After all this, O LORD, will You restrain Yourself? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?
Mgbe ihe niile gasịrị, Onyenwe anyị, ị ga-ejisi onwe gị ike? Ị ga-agba nkịtị, taa anyị ahụhụ ebe ọ gafere oke?
