Isaiah 64
1 If only You would rend the heavens and come down, so that mountains would quake at Your presence,
Kale singa oyuzizza eggulu n’okka wansi, ensozi ne zikankana mu maaso go!
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!
Ng’omuliro bwe gukoleerera mu buku, oba nga bwe gufumba amazzi ne gatuuka okwesera, ka wansi omanyise erinnya lyo eri abalabe bo, n’amawanga galyoke gakankanire mu maaso go!
3 When You did awesome works that we did not expect, You came down, and the mountains trembled at Your presence.
Kubanga bwe wakola ebintu eby’entiisa bye twali tetusuubira, wakka ensozi ne ziryoka zikankanira mu maaso go.
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.
Okuva mu mirembe egy’edda teri yali awulidde oba kutu kwali kutegedde, oba liiso lyali lirabye Katonda yenna okuggyako ggwe, alwanirira abo abamulindirira.
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?
Ojja n’odduukirira abo abakola eby’obutuukirivu n’essanyu, abo abajjukira amakubo go. Naye bwe tweyongera okwonoona ne tugavaako, wakwatibwa obusungu. Ebbanga ddene lye tumaze mu bibi byaffe, ddala tulirokolebwa?
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.
Ffenna twafuuka batali balongoofu era obutuukirivu bwaffe buli nga nziina ezijjudde obukyafu. Ffenna tuwotookerera ne tukala ng’ekikoola, era ebibi byaffe bitutwala nga mpewo.
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.
Tewali n’omu akoowoola linnya lyo oba eyewaliriza okukukwatako, kubanga watwekweka tetukyalaba maaso go, era n’otuwaayo ne tuzikirira olw’ebibi byaffe.
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.
Ate ng’era, Ayi Mukama Katonda, ggwe Kitaffe. Ffe tuli bbumba, ggwe mubumbi, ffe ffenna tuli mulimu gwa mikono gyo.
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!
Tosunguwala kisukkiridde nnyo, Ayi Mukama Katonda, tojjukira bibi byaffe mirembe gyonna. Weewaawo, tutunuulire, tusaba, kubanga tuli bantu bo.
10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wasteland and Jerusalem a desolation.
Ebibuga byo ebitukuvu bifuuse malungu ne Sayuuni kifuuse ddungu, ne Yerusaalemi nakyo kifulukwa.
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.
Yeekaalu yaffe entukuvu ey’ekitiibwa bakitaffe gye bakutendererezangamu eyokebbwa omuliro, era byonna eby’obugagga bye twakuumanga byazikirira.
12 After all this, O LORD, will You restrain Yourself? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?
Nga bino byonna biguddewo, Mukama, era toofeeyo? Onoosirika busirisi n’otubonereza ekisukiridde?
