Isaiah 64
1 If only you would rip the heavens apart and come down! The mountains would tremble in your presence!
Ìwọ ìbá fa ọ̀run ya kí o sì sọ̀kalẹ̀ wá, tí àwọn òkè ńlá yóò fi wárìrì níwájú rẹ!
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!
Gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìgbà tí iná mú ẹ̀ka igi jó tí ó sì mú kí omi ó hó, sọ̀kalẹ̀ wá kí orúkọ rẹ le di mí mọ̀ fún àwọn ọ̀tá rẹ kí o sì jẹ́ kí àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè kí ó wárìrì níwájú rẹ!
3 In the past you did things we weren't anticipating. You came down and the mountains trembled in your presence!
Nítorí nígbà tí o bá ṣe àwọn ohun ẹ̀rù tí àwa kò nírètí, o sọ̀kalẹ̀ wá, àwọn òkè ńlá sì wárìrì níwájú rẹ̀.
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.
Láti ìgbà àtijọ́ kò sí ẹni tí ó gbọ́ rí kò sí etí kan tí ó gbọ́ ọ, kò sí ojú tí ó tí ì rí Ọlọ́run mìíràn lẹ́yìn rẹ, tí ó máa ń ṣe nǹkan lórúkọ àwọn tí ó dúró dè é.
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?
Ìwọ a máa wá fún ìrànlọ́wọ́ àwọn tí wọn ń fi ayọ̀ ṣe ohun tó tọ́, tí ó rántí ọ̀nà rẹ. Ṣùgbọ́n nígbà tí a bẹ̀rẹ̀ sí dẹ́ṣẹ̀ sí wọn, inú bí ọ. Báwo ni a ó ṣe gbà wá là?
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.
Gbogbo wa ti dàbí ẹnìkan tí ó jẹ́ aláìmọ́, gbogbo òdodo wa sì dàbí èkísà ẹlẹ́gbin; gbogbo wa kákò bí ewé, àti bí afẹ́fẹ́, ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ wa ti gbá wa lọ kúrò.
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.
Ẹnikẹ́ni kò pe orúkọ rẹ tàbí kí ó gbìyànjú láti dì ẹ́ mú; nítorí ìwọ ti fi ojú rẹ pamọ́ fún wa ó sì jẹ́ kí àwa ṣòfò dànù nítorí àwọn ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ wa.
8 But you, Lord, are our Father. We're the clay, you're the potter. You made us all with your own hands.
Síbẹ̀síbẹ̀, Olúwa, ìwọ ni Baba wa. Àwa ni amọ̀, ìwọ ni amọ̀kòkò; gbogbo wa jẹ́ iṣẹ́ ọwọ́ rẹ.
9 Please limit your anger, Lord, and don't remember our sins forever. Look at us, and see that we are all your people.
Má ṣe bínú kọjá ààlà, ìwọ Olúwa, má ṣe rántí gbogbo ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ wa títí láé. Jọ̀wọ́, bojú wò wá, ni a gbàdúrà, nítorí ènìyàn rẹ ni gbogbo wa.
10 Your holy cities have been turned into a wilderness; Zion has become a desert; yes, even Jerusalem is an abandoned ruin.
Àwọn ìlú mímọ́ rẹ ti di aṣálẹ̀; Sioni pàápàá di aṣálẹ̀, Jerusalẹmu di ahoro.
11 Our beautiful, holy Temple where our forefathers praised you has been burned down, and all that we treasured has been destroyed.
Tẹmpili mímọ́ ológo wa, níbi tí àwọn baba wa ti yìn ọ́, ni a ti fi iná sun, àti ohun gbogbo tí í ṣe ìṣúra wa ti dahoro.
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?
Lẹ́yìn gbogbo nǹkan wọ̀nyí, Olúwa, ìwọ ó ha sì tún fi ara rẹ pamọ́ bí? Ìwọ ó ha dákẹ́ kí o sì fìyà jẹ wá kọjá ààlà bí?
