Isaiah 64
1 If only you would rip the heavens apart and come down! The mountains would tremble in your presence!
O, esi nàhadze dziƒowo me aɖi ava anyi, be towo nadzo kpekpekpe le ŋkuwò me!
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!
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 In the past you did things we weren't anticipating. You came down and the mountains trembled in your presence!
elabena esime nèwɔ nu dziŋɔ siwo míekpɔ mɔ na o la, èɖiɖi va anyi, eye towo dzo kpekpekpe le ŋkuwò me.
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.
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 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?
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 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.
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'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.
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 But you, Lord, are our Father. We're the clay, you're the potter. You made us all with your own hands.
gake hã la, o Yehowa, wòe nye mía Fofo. Míawo la, anyie mienye eye wòe nye zemela. Mí katã mienye wò asinudɔwɔwɔwo.
9 Please limit your anger, Lord, and don't remember our sins forever. Look at us, and see 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 Your holy cities have been turned into a wilderness; Zion has become a desert; yes, even Jerusalem is an abandoned ruin.
Wò du kɔkɔewo zu gbegbe, Zion gɔ̃ hã zu gbegbe, eye Yerusalem zu aƒedo.
11 Our beautiful, holy Temple where our forefathers praised you has been burned down, and all that we treasured has been destroyed.
Wotɔ dzo míaƒe gbedoxɔ kɔkɔe dzeani si me mia fofowo kafu wò le, eye nu siwo katã ŋuti míede asixɔxɔe la gblẽ.
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?
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?
