Isaiah 64
1 If only you would rip the heavens apart and come down! The mountains would tremble in your presence!
Haiwa, dai maibvarura matenga mukaburuka pasi, kuti makomo adedere pamberi penyu!
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!
Sezvinoita moto paunopisa tsotso uchiita kuti mvura ivire, burukai muzoita kuti zita renyu rizivikanwe kuvavengi venyu, uye muite kuti ndudzi dzidedere pamberi penyu!
3 In the past you did things we weren't anticipating. You came down and the mountains trembled in your presence!
Nokuti pamakaita zvinhu zvinotyisa zvatakanga tisina kutarisira, makaburuka pasi, makomo akabvunda pamberi penyu.
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.
Kubva panguva dzekare hakuna munhu akanzwa, hakuna nzeve yakanzwisisa, hakuna ziso rakaona mumwe Mwari kunze kwenyu, anobatsira avo vanomumirira.
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?
Munouya kuzobatsira avo vanofarira kuita zvakarurama, vanorangarira nzira dzenyu. Asi patakaramba tichivatadzira, imi makatsamwa. Zvino tingaponeswa seiko?
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.
Isu tose tafanana nousina kuchena, uye mabasa edu ose okururama afanana namamvemve enguo dzine tsvina; isu tose tinooma seshizha, semhepo zvivi zvedu zvinotitsvairira kure.
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.
Hakuna anodana kuzita renyu kana anoshingairira kuti akubatei; nokuti makativanzira chiso chenyu mukaita kuti tiperezeke nokuda kwezvivi zvedu.
8 But you, Lord, are our Father. We're the clay, you're the potter. You made us all with your own hands.
Haiwa, Jehovha, kunyange zvakadaro muri Baba vedu. Isu tiri ivhu, imi muri muumbi; isu tose tiri basa ramaoko enyu.
9 Please limit your anger, Lord, and don't remember our sins forever. Look at us, and see that we are all your people.
Regai kutsamwa zvikuru imi Jehovha; regai kurangarira zvivi zvedu nokusingaperi. Haiwa Jehovha, ringirai kwatiri, tinokumbira, nokuti tose tiri vanhu venyu.
10 Your holy cities have been turned into a wilderness; Zion has become a desert; yes, even Jerusalem is an abandoned ruin.
Maguta enyu matsvene ava renje; kunyange Zioni irenje, Jerusarema rava dongo.
11 Our beautiful, holy Temple where our forefathers praised you has been burned down, and all that we treasured has been destroyed.
Temberi yedu tsvene inobwinya, umo madzibaba edu akakurumbidzai, yakapiswa nomoto, uye nzvimbo dzose dzataikoshesa dzaparara.
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?
Haiwa Jehovha, mushure maizvozvi mungazvidzorawo here? Mucharamba munyerere, uye mugotiranga zvinopfuura mwero here?
