Isaiah 64
1 Oh that you would tear the heavens, that you would come down, that the mountains might quake 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 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.
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 awesome things which we did not look for, you came down, the mountains quaked at your presence.
Ie nanoa’o raha tsitantane tsy nipaia’ay —Ehe te hizotso irehe, te hiozoñozoñe o haboañeo ami’ty fiatrefa’o!—
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.
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 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?
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 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.
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 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.
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, YHWH, you are our Father, and we are clay, and you are our potter; and we all are the work of your hands.
Hoke, ry Iehovà, Ihe ro Rae’ay; zahay ro lietse, Ihe ro mpitoloñe anay, Ie songa satam-pità’o.
9 Do not be furious, YHWH, neither remember iniquity forever: see, look, we beg 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 have become a wilderness, Zion has become like 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 with fire; and all our pleasant places 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, YHWH? Will you hold your peace, and afflict us very severely?
Mbe hifoneña’o hao ry Iehovà ty amy raha rezay? hianjiñe hao irehe hampalovilovy anay an-tìñake.
