Isaiah 64
1 Oh that you would rend the heavens, that you would come down, that the mountains might flow down at your presence,
Ehe te ho riate’o o likerañeo, hizotsoa’o mb’etoa, naho hiezeñezeñe añ’atrefa’o eo o vohitseo,
2 As when the melting fire burns, the fire causes the waters to boil, to make your name known to your adversaries, that the nations may tremble at your 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 you did terrible things which we looked not for, you came down, the mountains flowed down at your presence.
Ie nanoa’o raha tsitantane tsy nipaia’ay —Ehe te hizotso irehe, te hiozoñozoñe o haboañeo ami’ty fiatrefa’o!—
4 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither has the eye seen, O God, beside you, what he has prepared for him that waits 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 You meet him that rejoices and works righteousness, those that remember you in your ways: behold, you are angry; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall 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 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken 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 calls upon your name, that stirs up himself to take hold of you: for you have hid your face from us, and have consumed us, because 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, you are our father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
Hoke, ry Iehovà, Ihe ro Rae’ay; zahay ro lietse, Ihe ro mpitoloñe anay, Ie songa satam-pità’o.
9 Be not angry very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we plead to you, we are all your people.
Ko loho viñetse ry Iehovà, vaho ko mahatiahy hakeo nainai’e; heheke, vazohò henaneo, te hene ondati’o zahay.
10 Your holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is 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 you, is burned up 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 Will you refrain yourself for these things, O LORD? will you hold your peace, and afflict us very sore?
Mbe hifoneña’o hao ry Iehovà ty amy raha rezay? hianjiñe hao irehe hampalovilovy anay an-tìñake.
