Isaiah 64
1 I wish that you would rend the heavens, and then descend! The mountains would flow away before your face.
O, esi nàhadze dziƒowo me aɖi ava anyi, be towo nadzo kpekpekpe le ŋkuwò me!
2 They would melt, as if thoroughly burned by fire. The waters would burn with fire, so that your name might be made known to your enemies, so that the nations would be stirred up before your face.
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 will perform miracles, we will not be able to withstand them. You descended, and the mountains flowed away before 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 ages past, they have not heard it, and they have not perceived it with the ears. Apart from you, O God, the eye has not seen what you have prepared for those who await you.
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 have met with those who rejoice in doing justice. By your ways, they will remember you. Behold, you have been angry, for we have sinned. In this, we have continued, but we will be saved.
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 And we have all become like the unclean. And all our justices are like a rag of menstruation. And we have all fallen away, like a leaf. And our iniquities have carried 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 There is no one who calls upon your name, who rises up and holds fast to you. You have concealed your face from us, and you have crushed us with the hand of our own 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 And now, O Lord, you are our Father, yet truly, we are clay. And you are our Maker, and we are all the works of your hands.
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 so angry, O Lord, and no longer call to mind our iniquity. Behold, consider that 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 The city of your sanctuary has become a desert. Zion has become a desert. Jerusalem is desolate.
Wò du kɔkɔewo zu gbegbe, Zion gɔ̃ hã zu gbegbe, eye Yerusalem zu aƒedo.
11 The house of our sanctification and of our glory, where our fathers praised you, has been completely consumed by fire, and all our admirable things have been turned into ruins.
Wotɔ dzo míaƒe gbedoxɔ kɔkɔe dzeani si me mia fofowo kafu wò le, eye nu siwo katã ŋuti míede asixɔxɔe la gblẽ.
12 Should you restrain yourself, O Lord, concerning these things? Should you remain silent, and afflict us vehemently?
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?
