Isaiah 64
1 Oh, that Thou wouldest rend the heavens, that Thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at Thy presence,
Ehe te ho riate’o o likerañeo, hizotsoa’o mb’etoa, naho hiezeñezeñe añ’atrefa’o eo o vohitseo,
2 As when fire kindleth the brush-wood, and the fire causeth the waters to boil; to make Thy name known to Thine adversaries, that the nations might tremble at Thy presence,
Manahake ty famorototoan’ afo o rongoñeo, ty afo mampitroatroake rano. Hampaharofoanañe o malaiñ’Azoo ty tahina’o, hihondrahondra’ o kilakila’ ndatio ami’ty fiatrefa’o,
3 When Thou didst tremendous things which we looked not for — Oh that Thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at Thy presence! —
Ie nanoa’o raha tsitantane tsy nipaia’ay —Ehe te hizotso irehe, te hiozoñozoñe o haboañeo ami’ty fiatrefa’o!—
4 And whereof from of old men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen a God beside Thee, who worketh for him that waiteth for Him.
ie tsy jinanji’ ondatio taolo, tsy napotan-dravembia tsy nioni-pihaino, t’i Andrianañahare naho tsy Ihe, Ie mitoloñe ho a o mandiñe Azeo.
5 Thou didst take away him that joyfully worked righteousness, those that remembered Thee in Thy ways — behold, Thou wast wroth, and we sinned — upon them have we stayed of old, that we might be saved.
Fitilihe’o ty mitolon-kavantañañe an-kaehake, o mahatiahy Azo amo lala’oo —eka, mifombo irehe te mandilatse zahay. Fe ami’ty fiatoa’ay amo lala’o haehaeo ro hahazoa’ay rombake.
6 And we are all become as one that is unclean, and all our righteousnesses are as a polluted garment; and we all do fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
Songa ninjare hoe ondaty tiva zahay, sindre hoe tsirodea maleotse ty havantaña’ay; miheatse manahake ty raveñe, vaho maniotsiotse anay añe hoe i tiokey o hakeo’aio.
7 And there is none that calleth upon Thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of Thee; for Thou hast hid Thy face from us, and hast consumed us by means of our iniquities.
Leo raike tsy mikanjy ty tahina’o, ty mitrobo vatañe handrambe Azo; fa naeta’o ama’ay ty lahara’o, vaho nagedra’o ty amo tahi’aio.
8 But now, O LORD, Thou art our Father; we are the clay, and Thou our potter, and we all are the work of Thy hand.
Hoke, ry Iehovà, Ihe ro Rae’ay; zahay ro lietse, Ihe ro mpitoloñe anay, Ie songa satam-pità’o.
9 Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, look, we beseech Thee, we are all Thy people.
Ko loho viñetse ry Iehovà, vaho ko mahatiahy hakeo nainai’e; heheke, vazohò henaneo, te hene ondati’o zahay.
10 Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Fa nanjare ratraratra o rova’o miavakeo, fatrambey ty Tsione, mangoakoake t’Ierosalaime.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised Thee, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
I anjomba’ay miavake naho fanjakay, i nitalahoan-droae’aiy, le fa finorototo’ ty afo; vaho fonga navatambia ho forompotse o raha soa’aio.
12 Wilt Thou refrain Thyself for these things, O LORD? Wilt Thou hold Thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
Mbe hifoneña’o hao ry Iehovà ty amy raha rezay? hianjiñe hao irehe hampalovilovy anay an-tìñake.
