Isaiah 64
1 If only you would rip the heavens apart and come down! The mountains would tremble in your presence!
Aue me i haehae koe i nga rangi, me i heke iho, me i rere a wai nga maunga i tou aroaro!
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!
Kia rite ki te ngiha o te ahi tahu rara, ki te ahi e koropupu ai nga wai; kia mohiotia ai tou ingoa e ou hoariri, kia wiri ai nga iwi i tou aroaro!
3 In the past you did things we weren't anticipating. You came down and the mountains trembled in your presence!
I tau meatanga i nga mea wehi kihai nei i whakaaroa e matou, i heke iho koe, rere a wai ana nga maunga i tou aroaro.
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.
Kahore hoki kia rangona noatia i mua, kihai i mohiotia e te taringa, kihai hoki te kanohi i kite i te Atua, ko koe anake, e mahi nei i nga mea mo te tangata e tatari ana ki a ia.
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?
Ko tau, he whakatau ki te tangata e koa ana, e mahi ana i te tika, ki te hunga e mahara ana ki a koe i au ara. Nana, i riri na koe, he hara hoki no matou; kua roa noa atu matou ki aua ara, a ka ora ranei matou?
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.
Ko matou katoa hoki kua rite ki te tangata poke, a ko o matou tika ki te kakahu kua paru: e memenge ana matou katoa ano he rau rakau; kei te hau te rite o o matou kino e kahaki nei i a matou.
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.
Kahore hoki he tangata e karanga ana ki tou ingoa, e whakaoho ana i a ia ki te hopu i a koe: kua huna nei hoki e koe tou mata ki a matou, a kua huna matou e koe na o matou he.
8 But you, Lord, are our Father. We're the clay, you're the potter. You made us all with your own hands.
Na inaianei, e Ihowa, ko koe to matou papa; ko matou te paru, ko koe to matou kaipokepoke; he mahi hoki matou katoa na tou ringa.
9 Please limit your anger, Lord, and don't remember our sins forever. Look at us, and see that we are all your people.
Kaua, e Ihowa, e whakanuia rawatia te riri, kaua hoki e mahara tonu ki te kino. Nana, titiro mai ra, he iwi matou katoa nau.
10 Your holy cities have been turned into a wilderness; Zion has become a desert; yes, even Jerusalem is an abandoned ruin.
He koraha kau ou pa tapu, he koraha a Hiona, kua ururuatia a Hiruharama.
11 Our beautiful, holy Temple where our forefathers praised you has been burned down, and all that we treasured has been destroyed.
Ko to matou whare tapu, ko to matou whare ataahua, ko te wahi i whakamoemiti ai o matou matua ki a koe, kua waiho hei kanga ma te ahi, moti iho a matou mea matenui katoa.
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?
Ka whakamanawanui ranei koe, e Ihowa, ki enei mea? ka whakarongo puku ranei koe? ka nui rawa ranei tau whakatupukino i a matou?
