Isaiah 64
1 If only you would rip the heavens apart and come down! The mountains would tremble in your presence!
Oh, van hoa konna nahung kijaldoh jeng’a chule nahung kum suh hita ve leh! Na masanga lhangsang ho jong ti kithing thing jeng diu ahije!
2 In the same way that fire burns wood and makes the water boil, make your reputation known to your enemies, so that nations will tremble in your presence!
Meiyin thing go akahvama chule twiho asatsah tobang'in, nangma hung chun chitin- namtin kithing uvintin, chutah le na melma ten na minthanna ajeh ahetdoh dingu ahitai.
3 In the past you did things we weren't anticipating. You came down and the mountains trembled in your presence!
Ma sanglaipeh’a na hungkumsuh chun, nangman kidangtah tah kagel phah’u kalval peh in thilho naboldohsa ahije. Hiti chun lhangsangho jong chu akihot jenguve!
4 Since the beginning, no one has heard about, no one has paid attention to, and no one has seen any God except you, the one who helps those who place their confidence in you.
Ajeh iham itileh vannoi bul kiphu’a patnin, koima’n ajah khahlou, chule Ama ngah jing ho hitobang athil bolpeh umkha lou, mihem koima mitnin nang tobang Pathen hi amukha pouve!
5 You join with those who are glad, and with those who do what's right and remember to follow your ways. But when we went on sinning, you became angry. How can we be saved if we go on like this?
Kipah thanom’a apha bol ho, Pathen ngaisah ho chu kipah’in nakimupi ji'e. Hinla keiho pathen-ngaisah lou kahi jeh’un, kachunguva nalung hang lheh jenge. Keiho chonset bol bol jeng ka hiuvin; keiho tobangbep hi iti ka sochat dingu ham?
6 We've all become unclean, and all the good things we do are like dirty rags. We wither and die like autumn leaves, and our sins, like the wind, blow us away.
Keiho hi ka bonchauva achonsea le athenglou chu kahiuve. Ka chonphat thilbol hou jong, imacha dang hilou ponse-namse tobang bou ahi. Khal laiya thingna apul tobang'in keiho kagop pai jiuvin chule kapullha ji tauve, chule hui hung nung tobang'in ka chonset’uvin eipui mang ji tauve.
7 There's no one who calls for you or really wants to hold onto you, because you have hidden your face from us and let us drown in our own sins.
Ahivangin na mina taova koima aumpouvin chule na khotona angeh pouve. Hijeh hin, nangma keihoa konin na kihei mangin, chule ka chonset nau lama nei lehei mang tauve.
8 But you, Lord, are our Father. We're the clay, you're the potter. You made us all with your own hands.
Chuti hijongleh, Vo Pakai, nangma ka Pa’u nahije. Nangma bel dengpa chu nahin chule keiho leingan kahiuve. Keima ho jouse hi nakhutna neisemu ahije.
9 Please limit your anger, Lord, and don't remember our sins forever. Look at us, and see that we are all your people.
Pakai, neilunghan hih beh’uvin. Ka chonsetna ho’u chu geldoh jom jing tahih beh in. Nei hin vetem’un, katao’u ahi, chule keima ho jouse hi namite kahiuve.
10 Your holy cities have been turned into a wilderness; Zion has become a desert; yes, even Jerusalem is an abandoned ruin.
Na khopi thengho jong suhmangin aumtai. Zion hi gamthip akisoh in; henge, Jerusalem hi amangthah hel ahitai.
11 Our beautiful, holy Temple where our forefathers praised you has been burned down, and all that we treasured has been destroyed.
Hou’in theng le hoitah, kapu kapa teuvin na vahchoila asah nau mun chu, akihal vam’a ahitai, chule vet hoithei jouse chu kisumang soh’a ahitai.
12 In view of all this, are you still going to refuse to help us? Are you going to stay quiet and punish us so severely?
Hicheng jouse nunga jong hi, Pakai, nangman nei donlou teitei dingu hitam? Thip beh’a naum joma chule nei gimbol dingu hitam?
