Isaiah 40
1 “Comfort, yes comfort my people!” says your God.
Monkyekyere, monkyekyere me nkurɔfoɔ werɛ. Saa na mo Onyankopɔn seɛ.
2 “Speak lovingly to the people of Jerusalem, telling them that their hard times are over, that their sins have been forgiven, and that the Lord has paid them twice over for their sins.”
Monka asomdwoesɛm nkyerɛ Yerusalem, na mompae mu nka nkyerɛ no sɛ ne som denden no aba awieeɛ, wɔatua ne bɔne no so ka, na wɔanya ne bɔne nyinaa so akatua mmɔho afiri Awurade nsam.
3 A voice is heard calling, “Prepare the way for the Lord in the wilderness, make a straight highway for our God through the desert.
Ɛnne bi reteam sɛ, “Monsiesie ɛkwan mma Awurade wɔ anweatam no so. Montene kwantempɔn wɔ ɛserɛ no so mma yɛn Onyankopɔn.
4 Fill in all the valleys; level all the mountains and hills; smooth out the uneven ground; make the rough places flat.
Bɔnhwa biara bɛyɛ ma, bepɔ ne nkokoɔ nyinaa bɛkɔ fam, asase a ɛyɛ monkyi mmɔnka no bɛyɛ tamaa, na mmeaɛ a ɛyɛ kɔntɔnkye no ayɛ tata.
5 The Lord's glory will be revealed, and everyone will see it together. This is what the Lord has declared.”
Na Awurade animuonyam bɛda adi, na nnipa nyinaa bɛhunu. Ɛfiri sɛ Awurade na aka!”
6 A voice is heard saying, “Shout it out.” I asked, “What shall I shout?” “All human beings are like grass, and all their trustworthiness is like the flowers of the field.
Nne bi kaa sɛ, “Team.” Na mekaa sɛ, “Menteɛm nka sɛn?” “Bɔ dawuro sɛ nnipa nyinaa te sɛ ɛserɛ, na wɔn animuonyam nyinaa te sɛ afuo so nhwiren.
7 The grass wilts and the flower fades when the Lord's breathes on them. Yes, the people are grass!
Ɛserɛ hye, na nhwiren twintwam ɛfiri sɛ Awurade ahomeguo fa wɔn so. Nokorɛm nnipa no yɛ ɛserɛ.
8 However, even though the grass wilts and the flower fades, the word of our God will endure forever.”
Ɛserɛ hye, na nhwiren twintwam, nanso yɛn Onyankopɔn asɛm no tim hɔ daa.”
9 Zion, bringer of good news, go up a high mountain. Jerusalem, bringer of good news, raise your voice and shout out loud. Don't be afraid to shout really loud! Tell the towns of Judah, “Here is your God!”
Wo a wode asɛm pa reba Sion, foro kɔ bepɔ tenten bi so. Wo a wode asɛm pa reba Yerusalem, ma wo nne so na team, ma so, nsuro; ka kyerɛ Yuda nkuro sɛ, “Mo Onyankopɔn nie!”
10 Look! The Lord God is coming with power! He will rule with a firm hand. Look! He's bringing his reward with him, coming to give his gift.
Hwɛ, Asafo Awurade de tumi reba, na nʼabasa bɛdi ɔhene ama no. Hwɛ, nʼakatua ka ne ho, na ɔde nʼabasobɔdeɛ nam.
11 He looks after his flock like a shepherd. He picks up the lambs in his arms and holds them close to his chest. He leads those that are nursing young.
Ɔhwɛ ne nnwankuo sɛ odwanhwɛfoɔ. Ɔboa nnwammaa no wɔ nʼabasa so. Ɔturu wɔn ne koko so; na nnwan a wɔwɔ mma no, ɔka wɔn brɛoo.
12 Who has measured the waters he holds in the palm of his hand? Who has marked off the heavens with the span of his hand? Who has worked out the amount of dust of the earth? Who has weighed the mountains on a scale and the hills with a balance?
Hwan na wasusu nsuo wɔ ne nsam anaa ɔde ne nsateaa asusu ɔsoro? Hwan na ɔde asase so mfuturo agu kɛntɛn mu, anaa wakari mmepɔ wɔ nsania so ne nkokoɔ wɔ nsania apampaa so?
13 Who has measured the Spirit of the Lord, or taught him what to do as his counselor?
Hwan na wate Awurade ase, anaa wakyerɛkyerɛ no sɛ ne fotufoɔ?
14 Who did the Lord go to for advice to help him understand? Who taught him right from wrong? Who gave him knowledge and showed him the way of wisdom?
Hwan na Awurade abisa no sɛ ɔnkyerɛ no biribi ase, na hwan na ɔkyerɛɛ no ɛkwan pa no? Hwan na ɔmaa no nimdeɛ anaa ɔkyerɛɛ no nhunumu kwan?
15 It's obvious that the nations are just a drop in a bucket. They're like dust on a set of scales. He can pick up islands as if they weigh next to nothing.
Ampa ara aman no te sɛ nsuo sope wɔ bokiti mu; wɔde wɔn toto mfuturo a ɛgu nsania so; ɔkari nsupɔ te sɛ deɛ ɛyɛ mfuturo muhumuhu.
16 All the wood in Lebanon for a fire and all its animals as a sacrifice wouldn't be enough a burnt offering.
Lebanon nnɔɔso mma afɔrebukyia so ogya, na ne mmoa renso mma ɔhyeɛ afɔrebɔdeɛ.
17 To him all the nations are like nothing. He counts them as less than nothing—like they don't exist.
Aman nyinaa nsɛ hwee wɔ nʼanim; ɔbu wɔn adehunu bi a wɔnka hwee.
18 Who do you think is like God? What image do you think he looks like?
Afei hwan ho na wode Onyankopɔn bɛtoto? Nsɛsodeɛ bɛn ho na wode no bɛtoɔ?
19 Is he a metal idol that a craftsman casts in a mold, and then a goldsmith overlays it with gold and makes silver chains for it?
Ohoni deɛ, odwumfoɔ na ɔyɛ, na sikadwumfoɔ de sikakɔkɔɔ agu ho na wasiesie dwetɛ nkɔnsɔnkɔnsɔn ama no.
20 Those who are too poor to pay for that choose wood that won't rot, then they look for a skilled wood-carver to make an idol that won't fall over.
Ohiani a ɔrentumi mfa saa ayɛyɛdeɛ yi mma no kɔpɛ dua a ɛremporɔ. Ɔhwehwɛ odwumfoɔ nyansafoɔ na wayɛ ohoni a ɛremmuni nhwe fam asi hɔ.
21 Don't you know? Haven't you heard? Hasn't it been explained to you from the very beginning? Haven't you understood from the time the world was created?
Wonnim anaa? Wonteeɛ anaa? Wɔnnka nkyerɛɛ wo firi ahyɛaseɛ no anaa? Ɛfiri ɛberɛ a wɔbɔɔ asase no, wontee aseɛ anaa?
22 God sits on his throne above the horizon of the earth; the people that live there are like grasshoppers. He stretches out the heavens like a curtain, spreading them out like a tent to live in.
Ɔte ahennwa so wɔ asase kanko no atifi. Ɛso nnipa te sɛ ntutummɛ ɔtwe ɔsoro mu te sɛ ntwamutam, na ɔde yɛ ntomadan tena mu.
23 He brings leaders down; he makes the rulers of the world like nothing.
Ɔma ahenemma yɛ nnipa hunu na ewiase yi sodifoɔ nso, ɔbrɛ wɔn ase.
24 In fact they are hardly even planted, hardly even sown, hardly even taken root, when he blows on them and they wither, and the wind carries them away like straw.
Wɔtɛɛ wɔn ara pɛ, wɔduaa wɔn ara pɛ, wɔgyee nhini wɔ asase mu pɛ ɔhome gu wɔn so ma wɔkusa, na ntwahoframa bɔ wɔn kɔ te sɛ ntɛtɛ.
25 “Who are you going to compare me with? Who is equal to me?” asks the Holy One.
“Hwan ho na wode me bɛto? Anaasɛ hwan na ɔne me sɛ?” Ɔkronkronni no na ɔseɛ.
26 Look at the heavens. Who created all this? He leads the stars like an army, and calls each one by name. Because he has great power and incredible strength, not a single one of them is missing.
Momma mo ani so nhwɛ ɔsoro: Hwan na ɔbɔɔ yeinom nyinaa? Deɛ ɔyiyi ɔsoro nsoromma mmaako mmaako, na ɔbɔ obiara din de frɛ no. Nʼahoɔden ne ne tumi enti wɔn mu baako mpo nnyeraeɛ.
27 Why do you speak like this, Jacob, and why do you say, Israel, “The Lord doesn't see what's happening to me, and he's ignoring my rights!”
Adɛn na woka sɛ, Ao Yakob, na wonwiinwii, Ao Israel sɛ, “Mʼakwan ahinta Awurade; na me Onyankopɔn abɔ mʼasɛm agu”?
28 Don't you know? Haven't you heard? The Lord is the eternal God, the Creator of the whole earth. He's never weak or tired; you can't find out all he knows.
Wonnim anaa? Wonteeɛ anaa? Awurade yɛ daapem Onyankopɔn, na ɔyɛ asase nyinaa yɛfoɔ. Ɔremmrɛ na ɔrentɔ bera, na ne nhunumu nni nhwehwɛmu.
29 He gives strength to the weary and power the powerless.
Ɔma deɛ watɔ bera ahoɔden deɛ wayɛ mmerɛ nso, ɔto nʼahoɔden so.
30 Even young people grow weak and tired—they fall down when they're exhausted.
Mpo, mmabunu brɛ, na wɔtɔ bera, na mmeranteɛ suntisunti hwehwe ase;
31 But those who trust in the Lord will have their strength renewed. They will fly high with wings like eagles. They will run and not be tired. They will walk and not be worn out.
Nanso, wɔn a wɔn ani da Awurade so bɛnya ahoɔden foforɔ. Wɔde ntaban te sɛ akɔdeɛ deɛ bɛtu akɔ ewiem; wɔbɛtu mmirika, na wɔremmrɛ. Wɔbɛnante, na wɔrentɔ baha.
