Isaiah 64
1 If only you would rip the heavens apart and come down! The mountains would tremble in your presence!
Ọ gaara adị mma ma asị na ị ga-adọwa eluigwe rịdata nʼala, ma asị nʼugwu ukwu niile ga-ama jijiji nʼihu gị!
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!
Dịka mgbe ọkụ na-agba ụmụ osisi, na-eme ka mmiri e sikwasịrị nʼọkụ gbọọ. Si nʼelu rịdata bịa mee ka ndị iro gị niile maara aha gị, meekwa ka mba niile dị iche iche maa jijiji nʼihu gị.
3 In the past you did things we weren't anticipating. You came down and the mountains trembled in your presence!
Nʼihi na ọ bụ mgbe i mere ọtụtụ ihe egwu dị iche iche nke anyị na-atụghị anya ya ka ị rịdatara mee ka ugwu ukwu niile maa jijiji nʼihu gị.
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.
Nʼihi na site na mgbe ochie, ọ dịbeghị onye nụrụ, ọ dịbeghị ntị ghọtara, o nwebeghị anya hụrụ Chineke ọzọ karịa gị, onye na-emejupụtara ndị na-echere ya ihe na-akpa ha.
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?
Ị na-enyere ndị na-eme ezi ihe aka, bụ ndị ji ọṅụ na-echeta ụzọ gị nʼechiche uche ha. Ma mgbe anyị nọgidere na-emehie megide ha, iwe were gị. A ga-esikwanụ aṅaa zọpụta anyị?
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.
Anyị niile dịka onye rụrụ arụ, ezi omume anyị niile kwa dịka nkịrịnka akwa ruru unyi. Anyị akpọnwụọla dịka akwụkwọ osisi, mmehie anyị na-ebufukwa anyị dịka ifufe.
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.
Ọ dịghị onye nʼime anyị na-arịọ gị arịrịọ; ọ dịkwaghị onye na-akpọku aha gị. Nʼihi ya, i zoola ihu gị site nʼebe anyị nọ, meekwa ka anyị bụrụ ndị gbazere agbaze nʼihi mmehie anyị.
8 But you, Lord, are our Father. We're the clay, you're the potter. You made us all with your own hands.
Ma otu ọbụla o si dị, gị Onyenwe anyị bụ Nna anyị. Anyị bụ ụrọ, ma ị bụ ọkpụ ite. Ọ bụ aka gị kpụrụ anyị niile.
9 Please limit your anger, Lord, and don't remember our sins forever. Look at us, and see that we are all your people.
Biko, Onyenwe anyị, anọgidela na-eweso anyị iwe; echetakwala mmehie anyị ọzọ ruo mgbe ebighị ebi. Biko, lekwasị anyị anya nʼihi na ndị gị ka anyị bụ.
10 Your holy cities have been turned into a wilderness; Zion has become a desert; yes, even Jerusalem is an abandoned ruin.
Obodo nsọ gị niile aghọọla ọzara; ọ bụladị Zayọn aghọọla ọzara, Jerusalem, ebe tọgbọrọ nʼefu.
11 Our beautiful, holy Temple where our forefathers praised you has been burned down, and all that we treasured has been destroyed.
Ụlọnsọ ukwu anyị ahụ mara mma, nke dịkwa nsọ, ebe nna anyị ha nọ too gị, ma feekwa gị ofufe, abụrụla ihe a gbara ọkụ. Ihe niile mara mma nʼime ya alaala nʼiyi.
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?
Mgbe ihe niile gasịrị, Onyenwe anyị, ị ga-ejisi onwe gị ike? Ị ga-agba nkịtị, taa anyị ahụhụ ebe ọ gafere oke?
