Isaiah 25
1 O Yahweh! my God, thou art, I will exalt thee, I will praise thy Name, For thou hast done a wonderful thing, —Purposes of long ago Faithfulness in truth.
Ao, Awurade, wone me Onyankopɔn; mɛma wo so na mayi wo din ayɛ, ɛfiri sɛ wofiri nokorɛdie mu ayɛ anwanwadeɛ bebree, nneɛma a wɔahyehyɛ firi teteete.
2 For thou hast made, of a citadel, a mound, of a defenced city, a ruin, —palaces for foreigners to be no city, To times age-abiding, shall it not be built.
Woayɛ kuropɔn no mmubuiɛ sie, kuro no a ɛwɔ banbɔ no asɛe; ananafoɔ abandenden no nyɛ kuropɔn bio; na wɔrensi bio.
3 For this cause! shall glorify thee—a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;
Enti aman a wɔyɛ den bɛdi wo ni atutupɛfoɔ aman bɛhyɛ wo animuonyam.
4 For thou didst become A refuge to the weak. A refuge to the needy, when distress was upon him, —A shelter from the storm. A shade from the heat, When the blast of tyrants was like a storm against a wall.
Woayɛ ahiafoɔ dwanekɔbea, ohiani mmɔborɔni dwanekɔbea, ahum ano ahintaeɛ ɔhyeɛ mu nwunu na atutupɛfoɔ ahome te sɛ ahum a ɛrebɔ dwira ɔfasuo
5 As heat in a desert, the pomp of foreigners, wilt thou subdue, —Heat—with the shade of a cloud, The song of tyrants! become low.
ne ɔhyew a ɛwɔ anweatam so. Wobrɛ ananafoɔ hooyɛ ase; sɛdeɛ omununkum brɛ owia ɔhyeɛ ano ase no, saa ara na atutupɛfoɔ nnwom nso bɛgyaeɛ.
6 Then will Yahweh of hosts prepare for all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of old wines, —Of fat things full of marrow, Of old wines well refined;
Asafo Awurade bɛto ɛpono wɔ saa bepɔ yi so. Ɔbɛsiesie nnuane pa ne nsã a adi nna, ɛnam pa ne nsã pa ama nnipa nyinaa.
7 And he will swallow up in this mountain, The mask of the veil, the veil that is upon all the peoples, —And the web that is woven over all the nations.
Wɔ bepɔ yi so, ɔbɛsɛe owuo ntoma a ɛkata nnipa nyinaa ho ne owuo nkatasoɔ a ɛkata aman nyinaa so;
8 Having swallowed up death itself victoriously, My Lord, Yahweh, will wipe away, tears from off all faces, —And the reproach of his own people, will he remove from off all the earth, For, Yahweh, hath spoken.
Ɔbɛmene owuo afebɔɔ. Asafo Awurade bɛpepa aniso nisuo nyinaa. Ɔbɛyi ne nkurɔfoɔ ahohora, afiri nsase nyinaa so. Awurade na waka.
9 So shall it be said, in that day, Lo! our God, is this! We waited for him, that he might save us, —This, is Yahweh! We waited for him, Let us exult and rejoice in his salvation.
Saa ɛda no, wɔbɛka sɛ, “Ampa ara yɛn Onyankopɔn nie; yɛde yɛn ho too no so na ɔgyee yɛn; Awurade no nie, yɛgyee no diiɛ; momma yɛnni ahurisie na yɛn ani nnye wɔ ne nkwagyeɛ no mu.”
10 For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, —Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;
Awurade nsa bɛda saa bepɔ yi so; nanso ɔbɛtiatia Moab so te sɛ ɛserɛ a wɔtiatia so de fra sumena.
11 Should he spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, As a swimmer spreadeth forth to swim, Then would be laid low his pride, together with the devices of his hands.
Wɔbɛtrɛtrɛ wɔn nsa mu wɔ so, sɛdeɛ osudwarefoɔ trɛtrɛ ne nsa mu de dwareɛ. Onyankopɔn bɛbrɛ wɔn ahomasoɔ ase a ɔrenhwɛ wɔn nsa ano dwumadie ho.
12 Yea, the lofty stronghold of thy walls, Hath he brought down—Laid low—Levelled to the ground even unto the dust.
Ɔbɛbubu mo banbɔ afasuo atentene no agu; ɔbɛbubu agu fam ama ayɛ mfuturo.
