Isaiah 63
1 Who is this who comes from Edom, with blood-red robes from Bozrah? he whose clothing is fair, stepping with pride in his great strength? I whose glory is in the right, strong for salvation.
Hena ne oyi a ofi Edom reba, nea ofi Bosra a nkekae kɔkɔɔ wɔ nʼatade mu yi? Hena ne oyi a wɔahyehyɛ no kɔsɔɔ yi, a ɔde nʼahoɔden kɛse retutu taataa yi? “Ɛyɛ me a, mekasa wɔ trenee mu, nea otumi gye nkwa no.”
2 Why is your clothing red, and why are your robes like those of one who is crushing the grapes?
Adɛn nti na mo ntade bere kɔɔ, te sɛ obi a ɔretiatia nsakyiamoa so de yi?
3 I have been crushing the grapes by myself, and of the peoples there was no man with me: in my wrath and in my passion, they were crushed under my feet; and my robes are marked with their life-blood, and all my clothing is red.
“Me nko ara atiatia nsakyiamoa so, na amanaman no mu obiara anka me ho. Mitiatia wɔn so wɔ mʼabufuw mu na mimiaa wɔn so wɔ mʼabufuwhyew mu; wɔn mogya bɔ petee me ntade mu, maa nkekae yɛɛ mʼadurade nyinaa mu.
4 For the day of punishment is in my heart, and the year for the payment of the price for my people has come.
Na aweretɔda wɔ me koma mu na me gye afe aba.
5 And I saw that there was no helper, and I was wondering that no one gave them support: so my arm did the work of salvation, and my wrath was my support.
Mehwɛe, nanso na ɔboafo biara nni hɔ, ɛyɛɛ me ahodwiriw sɛ obiara anso me mu; enti mʼankasa abasa yɛɛ nkwagyedwuma maa me, na mʼabufuw wowaw me.
6 And in my passion the peoples were crushed under my feet, and broken in my wrath, and I put down their strength to the earth.
Mitiatiaa amanaman no so wɔ mʼabufuw mu; mema wɔbobowee wɔ mʼabufuwhyew mu na mihwiee wɔn mogya guu fam.”
7 I will give news of the mercies of the Lord, and his great acts, even all the things the Lord has done for us, in his great grace to the house of Israel; even all he has done for us in his unnumbered mercies.
Mɛka Awurade ayamye ho asɛm, ne nneyɛe a enti ɔsɛ ayeyi, wɔ nea Awurade ayɛ ama yɛn nyinaa ho Yiw, wɔ nneɛma pa bebree a wayɛ ama Israelfifo. Wɔ nʼayamhyehye ne ne mmɔborɔhunu a ɛdɔɔso no nti.
8 For he said, Truly they are my people, children who will not be false: so he was their saviour out of all their trouble.
Ɔkae se, “Ampa ara wɔyɛ me nkurɔfo, mmabarima a wɔrenni me huammɔ;” ɛno nti ɔbɛyɛɛ wɔn Agyenkwa.
9 It was no sent one or angel, but he himself who was their saviour: in his love and in his pity he took up their cause, and he took them in his arms, caring for them all through the years.
Wɔn amanehunu nyinaa mu, ɔno nso huu amane, na ɔbɔfo a ɔka ne ho no nso gyee wɔn. Ne dɔ ne ne mmɔborɔhunu mu, ogyee wɔn; ɔmaa wɔn so na ɔsoaa wɔn mfe a atwa mu no nyinaa mu.
10 But they went against him, causing grief to his holy spirit: so he was turned against them, and made war on them.
Nanso wɔtew atua de how ne Honhom Kronkron werɛ. Enti ɔbɛyɛɛ wɔn tamfo na ɔno ankasa ko tiaa wɔn.
11 Then the early days came to their minds, the days of Moses his servant: and they said, Where is he who made the keeper of his flock come up from the sea? where is he who put his holy spirit among them,
Afei ne nkurɔfo kae tete nna no, Mose ne ne nkurɔfo nna no. Ɛhe na nea ɔde wɔn faa po mu no wɔ? Ɔne ne nguan no hwɛfo no? Ɛhe na nea ɔmaa ne Honhom Kronkron no tenaa wɔn mu no wɔ,
12 He who made the arm of his glory go at the right hand of Moses, by whom the waters were parted before them, to make himself an eternal name;
nea ɔsomaa nʼanuonyam basa a ɛwɔ tumi sɛ ommegyina Mose nsa nifa so no, nea ɔpaee asu no mu wɔ wɔn anim, de gyee din maa ne ho afebɔɔ no,
13 He who made them go through the deep waters, like a horse in the waste land?
nea odii wɔn anim faa bun mu sɛnea ɔpɔnkɔ fa asase tamaa so, wɔanhintiw;
14 Like the cattle which go down into the valley, they went without falling, the spirit of the Lord guiding them: so you went before your people, to make yourself a great name.
te sɛ anantwi a wɔkɔ sare so, Awurade Honhom ma wɔhomee. Sɛnea wokyerɛɛ wo nkurɔfo kwan de gyee anuonyam abodin maa wo ho ni.
15 Let your eyes be looking down from heaven, from your holy and beautiful house: where is your deep feeling, the working of your power? do not keep back the moving of your pity and your mercies:
Brɛ wʼani ase hwɛ fam fi wʼahengua a ɛkorɔn, ɛyɛ kronkron na ho wɔ nyam no so. Mo mmɔdemmɔ ne mo ahoɔden wɔ he? Wɔayi wʼayamhyehye ne wʼahummɔbɔ afi yɛn so.
16 For you are our father, though Abraham has no knowledge of us, and Israel gives no thought to us: you, O Lord, are our father; from the earliest days you have taken up our cause.
Nanso wo ara wo ne yɛn Agya ɛwɔ mu, Abraham nnim yɛn na Israel nso nnye yɛn nto mu de; nanso wo, Awurade, wo ne yɛn Agya; efi tete, wo din ne; Yɛn Gyefo.
17 O Lord, why do you send us wandering from your ways, making our hearts hard, so that we have no fear of you? Come back, because of your servants, the tribes of your heritage.
Adɛn, Awurade, na woma yɛkwati wʼakwan na wupirim yɛn koma enti ɛmma yenni wo ni? San bra, esiane wʼasomfo, mmusuakuw a wɔyɛ wʼagyapade no nti.
18 Why have evil men gone over your holy place, so that it has been crushed under the feet of our haters?
Bere tiaa bi mu wo nkurɔfo faa wo kronkronbea nanso mprempren yɛn atamfo atiatia so.
19 We have become as those who were never ruled by you, on whom your name was not named.
Enti yɛyɛ wo de fi tete, nanso wɔn de, wunnii wɔn so hene na wɔmmɔɔ wo din mfrɛɛ wɔn da.
