Isaiah 64
1 Oh that you would tear the heavens, that you would come down, that the mountains might quake at your presence,
Ọ gaara adị mma ma asị na ị ga-adọwa eluigwe rịdata nʼala, ma asị nʼugwu ukwu niile ga-ama jijiji nʼihu gị!
2 as when fire kindles the brushwood, and the fire causes the waters to boil; to make your name known to your adversaries, that the nations may tremble at your presence.
Dịka mgbe ọkụ na-agba ụmụ osisi, na-eme ka mmiri e sikwasịrị nʼọkụ gbọọ. Si nʼelu rịdata bịa mee ka ndị iro gị niile maara aha gị, meekwa ka mba niile dị iche iche maa jijiji nʼihu gị.
3 When you did awesome things which we did not look for, you came down, the mountains quaked at your presence.
Nʼihi na ọ bụ mgbe i mere ọtụtụ ihe egwu dị iche iche nke anyị na-atụghị anya ya ka ị rịdatara mee ka ugwu ukwu niile maa jijiji nʼihu gị.
4 Since ancient times no one has heard, and no ear has perceived, and no eye has seen a God besides you, who works for him who waits for him.
Nʼihi na site na mgbe ochie, ọ dịbeghị onye nụrụ, ọ dịbeghị ntị ghọtara, o nwebeghị anya hụrụ Chineke ọzọ karịa gị, onye na-emejupụtara ndị na-echere ya ihe na-akpa ha.
5 You meet him who rejoices and works righteousness, those who remember you in your ways. Look, you were angry, and we sinned. We have been in sin for a long time; and shall we be saved?
Ị na-enyere ndị na-eme ezi ihe aka, bụ ndị ji ọṅụ na-echeta ụzọ gị nʼechiche uche ha. Ma mgbe anyị nọgidere na-emehie megide ha, iwe were gị. A ga-esikwanụ aṅaa zọpụta anyị?
6 For we have all become as one who is unclean, and all our righteousness is as a polluted garment: and we all fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
Anyị niile dịka onye rụrụ arụ, ezi omume anyị niile kwa dịka nkịrịnka akwa ruru unyi. Anyị akpọnwụọla dịka akwụkwọ osisi, mmehie anyị na-ebufukwa anyị dịka ifufe.
7 There is none who calls on your name, who stirs up himself to take hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us, and have consumed us by means of our iniquities.
Ọ dịghị onye nʼime anyị na-arịọ gị arịrịọ; ọ dịkwaghị onye na-akpọku aha gị. Nʼihi ya, i zoola ihu gị site nʼebe anyị nọ, meekwa ka anyị bụrụ ndị gbazere agbaze nʼihi mmehie anyị.
8 But now, LORD, you are our Father, and we are clay, and you are our potter; and we all are the work of your hands.
Ma otu ọbụla o si dị, gị Onyenwe anyị bụ Nna anyị. Anyị bụ ụrọ, ma ị bụ ọkpụ ite. Ọ bụ aka gị kpụrụ anyị niile.
9 Do not be furious, LORD, neither remember iniquity forever: see, look, we beg you, we are all your people.
Biko, Onyenwe anyị, anọgidela na-eweso anyị iwe; echetakwala mmehie anyị ọzọ ruo mgbe ebighị ebi. Biko, lekwasị anyị anya nʼihi na ndị gị ka anyị bụ.
10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness, Zion has become like a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Obodo nsọ gị niile aghọọla ọzara; ọ bụladị Zayọn aghọọla ọzara, Jerusalem, ebe tọgbọrọ nʼefu.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant places are laid waste.
Ụlọnsọ ukwu anyị ahụ mara mma, nke dịkwa nsọ, ebe nna anyị ha nọ too gị, ma feekwa gị ofufe, abụrụla ihe a gbara ọkụ. Ihe niile mara mma nʼime ya alaala nʼiyi.
12 Will you refrain yourself for these things, LORD? Will you hold your peace, and afflict us very severely?
Mgbe ihe niile gasịrị, Onyenwe anyị, ị ga-ejisi onwe gị ike? Ị ga-agba nkịtị, taa anyị ahụhụ ebe ọ gafere oke?
