Isaiah 51

1 Hearken to me, ye that pursue righteousness, that seek the Lord: look unto the rock whence ye were hewn, and to the hole of the pit whence ye were dug up.

“Montie me, mo a mopɛ tenenee akyiri kwan; na mohwehwɛ Awurade; Monhwɛ ɔbotan a wɔtwaa mo firii mu no ne abopaebea a wɔtuu mo firii hɔ no;

2 Look unto Abraham your father, and unto Sarah that bore you; for he was one when I called him, and I blessed him, and I increased him.

Monhwɛ Abraham mo agya, ne Sara a ɔwoo mo no. Ɛberɛ a mefrɛɛ no no, na ɔyɛ ɔbaakofoɔ, na mehyiraa no maa nʼase trɛeɛ.

3 Yea, the Lord hath comforted Zion; he hath comforted all her ruins; and he hath made her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord: gladness and joy shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of song.

Awurade bɛkyekye Sion werɛ ampa ara na ne yam bɛhyehye no wɔ ne mmubuiɛ no ho; ɔbɛyɛ nʼanweatam ahodoɔ sɛ Eden, nʼasase a ada mpan bɛyɛ sɛ Awurade turo. Wɔbɛhunu anigyeɛ ne ahosɛpɛ, aseda ne nnwontoɔ wɔ ne mu.

4 Listen unto me, my people; and O my nation, give ear unto me; for a law shall proceed from me, and my justice will I establish as a light of the people.

“Montie me, me nkurɔfoɔ; monyɛ aso mma me, me ɔman: Mmara no bɛfiri me nkyɛn akɔ; na mʼatɛntenenee bɛyɛ hann ama aman no.

5 My righteousness is near; my salvation goeth forth, and my arms shall judge the people: on me the isles shall wait, and for my arm shall they hope.

Me tenenee reba ntɛm so, me nkwagyeɛ nam ɛkwan so, na mʼabasa de atɛntenenee bɛbrɛ aman no. Nsupɔ no bɛhwehwɛ me na wɔde anidasoɔ bɛtwɛn mʼabasa.

6 Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look upon the earth beneath; for the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth shall wear out like a garment, and they that dwell thereon shall die in like manner; but my salvation shall exist for ever, and my righteousness shall not be delayed.

Mompagya mo ani nhwɛ ɔsorosoro, monhwɛ asase wɔ fam; ɔsorosoro bɛtu ayera sɛ wisie na asase bɛtete sɛ atadeɛ na wɔn a wɔte so bɛwuwu sɛ nwansena. Nanso me nkwagyeɛ bɛtena hɔ daa, me tenenee to rentwa da.

7 Hearken unto me, ye that know righteousness, O people in whose heart my law is: ye must not fear the reproach of men, and of their revilings shall ye not be in dread.

“Montie me, mo a monim deɛ ɛteneɛ, mo a me mmara wɔ mo akoma mu: Monnsuro nnipa animka anaa momma wɔn ahohora ntu mo bo.

8 For like a garment shall the moth eat them up, and like wool shall the worm eat them; but my righteousness shall exist for ever, and my salvation from generation to generation.

Na nweweboa bɛwe wɔn te sɛ deɛ wɔwe atadeɛ; ɔsonsono bɛsɛe wɔn te sɛ deɛ wɔsɛe kuntu. Nanso me tenenee bɛtena hɔ daa me nkwagyeɛ bɛfiri awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ akɔsi awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ so.”

9 Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord: awake, as in the ancient days, in the generations of olden times. Art thou not it that struck down Rahab, that pierced the crocodile?

Nyane, nyane! Ao Awurade basa hyɛ ahoɔden aduradeɛ; nyane te sɛ nna a atwam no, te sɛ tete awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ mu no. Ɛnyɛ wo na wotwitwaa Rahab mu asinasini no, na wohwiree asuboa kɛseɛ no mu no?

10 Art thou not it that dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep; that rendered the depths of the sea a road for the redeemed to pass through?

Ɛnyɛ wo na womaa ɛpo weeɛ, nsubunu mu nsuo no, deɛ ɔpaee ɛkwan wɔ ɛpo bunu mu no sɛdeɛ wɔn a wɔagye wɔn no bɛtumi atwa?

11 And [so] shall the ransomed of the Lord return, and come to Zion with song, with everlasting joy upon their head; gladness and joy shall they obtain, while sorrow and sighing shall have fled away.

Wɔn a Awurade apata ama wɔn bɛsane aba. Wɔde nnwontoɔ bɛhyɛne Sion; anigyeɛ a ɛnsa da bɛyɛ wɔn abotire, anigyeɛ ne ahosɛpɛ bɛboro wɔn so, awerɛhoɔ ne apinisie bɛtu ayera.

12 I, I am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou shouldst be afraid of a mortal that must die, and of a son of man who will wither as the grass?

“Me, me ara, mene wo werɛ kyekyefoɔ. Hwan ne wo a wosuro ɔdasani, nnipa mma a wɔyɛ ɛserɛ yi.

13 And thou forgettest the Lord, thy Maker, who hath spread out the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth; and thou dreadest continually, all the day, because of the fury of the oppressor, whenever he aimeth to destroy: and where is [now] the fury of the oppressor?

Na wo werɛ afiri Awurade, wo yɛfoɔ, deɛ ɔtrɛɛ ɔsorosoro mu na ɔhyɛɛ asase ase no? Wobɛkɔ so ara asuro ɔhyɛsoni no abufuo? Wobɛkɔ so ara asuro deɛ ɔde ɔsɛeɛ asi nʼani so no anaa? Na ɔhyɛsoni no abufuo wɔ he?

14 The exile will be speedily set free; and he shall not die in the dungeon, and his bread shall not fail.

Ɛrenkyɛre, wɔbɛgyaa nneduafoɔ ahufoɔ no; wɔrenwuwu wɔ afiase amena mu, na aduane remmɔ wɔn.

15 For I am the Lord thy God, who stirreth up the sea that its waves roar: the Lord of hosts is his name.

Na mene Awurade, wo Onyankopɔn deɛ ɔhwanyane ɛpo, ma nʼasorɔkye woro so. Asafo Awurade, ne ne din.

16 And I have placed my words in thy mouth, and with the shadow of my hand have I covered thee: to plant the heavens, and to lay the foundations of the earth, and to say to Zion, Thou art my people.

Mede me nsɛm ahyɛ wʼanomu, na mede me nsa ase nwunu akata wo so. Me a mede ɔsorosoro sii hɔ na mehyɛɛ asase ase na meka kyerɛ Sion sɛ, ‘Moyɛ me nkurɔfoɔ.’”

17 Rouse up, rouse up, arise, O Jerusalem, thou who hast drunk from the hand of the Lord the cup of his fury: the deep cup of confusion hast thou drunk, hast thou drained.

Nyane, nyane! Sɔre, Ao, Yerusalem! Wo a wanom afiri Awurade nsam nʼabufuo kuruwa no, wo a wanom apɔɔdɔ mu nsã atu puo deɛ ɛma nnipa tɔ ntintan no.

18 There is none to lead her, from all the children whom she hath born; and there is none that taketh her by the hand, from all the children whom she hath brought up.

Wo mma a wowoo wɔn nyinaa mu obiara nni hɔ a ɔkyerɛ wo ɛkwan; mmammarima a wotetee wɔn nyinaa mu obiara nni hɔ a ɔsɔ wo nsa mu.

19 Two things are these which have befallen thee: who will have compassion for thee? desolation and destruction, and famine and sword—with whom shall I comfort thee?

Saa ɔhaw prenu yi aba wo so, hwan na ɔbɛkyekye wo werɛ? Mmubuiɛ ne ɔsɛeɛ, ɛkɔm ne akofena, hwan na ɔbɛhyɛ wo den?

20 Thy children have fainted, they lie at the entrance of all streets, as a wild bull caught in a net, [they are those] who are full of the fury of the Lord, the threatening of thy God.

Wo mma atotɔ baha; wɔdeda mmɔntene so baabiara, te sɛ ɔtwe a afidie ayi no. Awurade abufuo aba wɔn so wo Onyankopɔn animka no.

21 Therefore hear now this, O thou afflicted, and drunken, but not with wine.

Enti tie yei, wo a worehunu amaneɛ waboro, na nso ɛnyɛ nsã na aboro woɔ.

22 Thus hath said thy Lord, the Eternal, and thy God, who will ever plead for his people, Behold, I have taken out of thy hand the cup of confusion, the deep cup of my fury: thou shalt never more drink it again.

Yei ne deɛ Otumfoɔ Awurade, wo Onyankopɔn a ɔbɔ ne nkurɔfoɔ ho ban seɛ: “Hwɛ, magye afiri wo nsa mu kuruwa a ɛma wotɔɔ ntintan no kuruwa a ɛyɛ mʼabufuo pɔɔdɔ no, worennom bio.

23 And I will place it in the hand of those who have tortured thee, that have said to thy soul, Bend thee down, that we may pass over; and thou madest like the earth thy back, and like the street for those that passed over.

Mede bɛhyɛ wɔn a wɔha mo no nsa mu, wɔn a wɔka kyerɛɛ mo sɛ, ‘Butu fam na yɛnnante wo so.’ Na wode wʼakyi yɛɛ fam te sɛ abɔntene a wɔnante so.”