Isaiah 44
1 Now, then—hear, O Jacob, my Servant, —and Israel whom I have chosen:
Yehova akuti, “Mvera tsopano, iwe Yakobo, mtumiki wanga, Israeli, amene ndinakusankha.
2 Thus, saith Yahweh—Who made thee and formed thee from birth, Who helpeth thee: Do not fear O my Servant Jacob, and Jeshurun whom I have chosen;
Yehova amene anakupanga iwe, anakuwumba iwe mʼmimba ya amayi ako, ndi amene adzakuthandiza iwe. Iye akuti, Usachite mantha, iwe Yakobo, mtumiki wanga, Yesuruni, amene ndinakusankha.
3 For I will pour, Water upon the thirsty soil, and Floods upon the dry ground, —I will pour My spirit upon thy seed, and My blessing upon thine offspring;
Pakuti ndidzathira madzi pa nthaka yowuma, ndi kuyendetsa mitsinje mʼdziko lowuma; ndidzatumiza Mzimu wanga pa ana anu, ndi kutsitsa madalitso anga pa zidzukulu zanu.
4 So will they spring up among the grass, As willows by the water-courses:
Iwo adzakula ngati udzu wothirira bwino ndi ngati bango lomera mʼmbali mwa mitsinje ya madzi oyenda.
5 This one, will say Yahweh’s, am I, and That one, will call himself by the name of Jacob, and Yonder one will write on his hand—Yahweh’s, And after the name of Israel, will one entitle himself.
Wina adzanena kuti, ‘Ine ndine wa Yehova;’ wina adzadzitcha yekha wa banja la Yakobo; winanso adzalemba pa dzanja lake, ‘Wa Yehova’ ndipo adzadzitcha wa banja la Israeli.
6 Thus saith Yahweh—King of Israel, Even his Redeemer, Yahweh of hosts, —I, am, First, and, I, Last, And besides me, there is no God.
“Yehova Mfumu ndi Mpulumutsi wa Israeli, Yehova Wamphamvuzonse akuti: Ine ndine woyamba ndi wotsiriza; palibenso Mulungu wina koma Ine ndekha.
7 Who then, like me, can call, and declare it, and order it, for me, Seeing that I appointed an age-abiding people, —Or things yet to be, and that shall come to pass, Let them declare on their part.
Ndani nanga angafanane ndi Ine? Muloleni kuti ayankhule. Muloleni andifotokozere ndi kundiyalira bwino lomwe zimene zinachitika kuyambira pamene ndinkakhazikitsa anthu anga akalekale, ndi ziti zimene zidzachitike; inde, muloleni alosere zimene zikubwera.
8 Do not ye dread, nor yet be alarmed, Have I not from olden time, told thee and declared? So that, ye, are my witnesses, —Whether there is a GOD besides me? Or is no Rock—I knew of none!
Musanjenjemere, musachite mantha. Kodi sindinakuwuzeni zimenezi ndi kuzilosera kalekale lomwe? Inu ndinu mboni zanga. Kodi aliponso Mulungu wina kupatula Ine? Ayi, palibe Thanthwe linanso limene sindikulidziwa.”
9 The fashioners of an image—all of them, are emptiness, And, the things they delight in, cannot profit, —And, their, witnesses, they, neither see nor know, That they may be ashamed.
Onse amene amapanga mafano ngachabe, ndipo milungu imene amayilemekeza ndi yopanda phindu. Iwo amene amapembedza mafano ndi wosaona; ndipo sazindikira kanthu. Choncho adzawachititsa manyazi.
10 Who hath fashioned a GOD, Oran image, hath molten? It cannot profit!
Ndani amasema mulungu ndi kuwumba fano, limene silingamupindulire?
11 Lo! all his partners, turn pale, Even, the artificers themselves, are of the sons of earth, —Let them gather themselves together—all of them. Let them take their stand, Let them dread, and turn pale, together!
Iye pamodzi ndi anzake onse adzawachititsa manyazi; amisiri a mafano ndi anthu chabe. Aloleni onse asonkhane ndi kuyima pabwalo la milandu; onse adzaopsedwa ndipo adzachita manyazi.
12 As for the smith, [with his] cutting-tool, —When he hath wrought in the live coals, And, with hammers, hath fashioned it, —And hath wrought it with his strong arm, Anon he is hungry, and hath no strength, He hath drunk no water and so hath become faint!
Mmisiri wa zitsulo amatenga chitsulo ndipo amachiyika pa makala amoto; ndi dzanja lake lamphamvu amachisula pochimenya ndi nyundo. Pambuyo pake mʼmisiri uja amamva njala natha mphamvu; iye samwa madzi, ndipo amalefuka.
13 As for the carpenter, —He hath stretched out a line hath drawn it with a pencil, Hath made it with carving tools, With compasses, hath rounded it, —And so hath made it after the figure of a great man, After the beauty of a son of earth, that it may remain in a house!
Mmisiri wa matabwa nayenso amayeza mtengo ndi chingwe ndipo amajambula chithunzi ndi cholembera; amasema bwinobwino ndi chipangizo chake ndipo amachiwongola bwino ndi chida chake. Amachipanga ngati munthu, munthu wake wokongola kuti aliyike mʼnyumba yake yachipembedzo.
14 When one was cutting him down cedars, Then took he a holm-tree and an oak, And secured them for himself, among the trees of the forest, —He planted a fir-tree and the pouring rain made it grow;
Amagwetsa mitengo ya mkungudza, mwinanso amatenga mtengo wa payini kapena wa thundu nʼkudzisankhira mtengo wabwino pakati pa mitengo ya mʼnkhalango, ndipo amadzala mtengo wa payini ndi kuwuleka kuti ukule ndi mvula.
15 So it serveth for a man to burn, And he hath taken of the branches and warmed himself, Also he kindleth a fire, and baketh bread, —Also he maketh a GOD, and hath bowed himself down, Hath made of it a carved image, and adored it:
Mitengoyo munthu amachitako nkhuni; nthambi zina amasonkhera moto wowotha, amakolezera moto wophikira buledi ndi mbali ina ya mtengowo amapangira mulungu ndipo amapembedza; iye amapanga fano ndi kumaligwadira.
16 The half thereof, hath he burned in the fire, Over half thereof, he eateth flesh, He roasteth roast, that he may be satisfied, —Also he warmeth himself, and saith, Aha, I am warm, I have seen a blaze;
Chigawo china cha mtengowo amasonkhera moto wowotcherapo nyama imene amadya, nakhuta. Iye amawotha motowo ndipo amanena kuti, “Aa! Ndikumva kutentha; pano pali moto.”
17 And the residue thereof, Into a GOD, he maketh, Into his carved image, —Adoreth it, and boweth down and prayeth unto it, And saith Deliver me, for, my GOD, thou art!
Chigawo chotsala amapanga kamulungu, fano lake limenelo; amaligwadira ndi kulipembedza. Amapemphera kwa fanolo ndipo amanena kuti, “Iwe ndiwe mulungu wanga, ndipulumutse.”
18 They have not taken note, neither can they perceive, —He hath besmeared—past seeing—their eyes, Past understanding, their hearts;
Anthu otere sadziwa kanthu, samvetsa kanthu kalikonse; maso awo ndi omatirira ndipo sangathe kuona, ndipo mitu yawo ndi yogontha kotero sangathe kumvetsa.
19 And no one reflecteth—There is neither knowledge nor discernment—to say, Half thereof, have I burned up in the fire Moreover also I have baked, on the coals thereof, bread, I roasted flesh, and have been eating, —And of the remainder thereof, an abomination, shall I make? And, to a log of wood, shall I pay adoration?
Palibe amene amayima nʼkulingalira. Palibe wanzeru kapena womvetsa zinthu bwino woti nʼkunena kuti, chigawo china cha mtengowo ndinasonkhera moto; pa makala ake ndinaphikira buledi, ndinawotchapo nyama ndipo ndinadya. Chigawo chotsalachi ndipangire chinthu chonyansachi. Kodi ndidzagwadira mtengo?
20 He is feeding on ashes, A deluded heart, hath turned him aside, —And he cannot deliver his own soul nor say, Is there not a falsehood in my right hand?
Munthu wotere ali ngati wodya phulusa, maganizo ake opusa amusocheretsa; motero kuti sangathe kudzipulumutsa yekha kapena kudzifunsa kuti, “Kodi chinthu chili mʼmanja mwangachi si chabodza?”
21 Remember these things, O Jacob, And, Israel, —for, my Servant, thou art, —I have fashioned thee, a Servant of mine, thou art.
Yehova akuti, “Iwe Yakobo, kumbukira zinthu izi popeza kuti ndiwe mtumiki wanga, iwe Israeli. Ine ndinakupanga iwe, ndiwe mtumiki wanga; iwe Israeli, sindidzakuyiwala.
22 O Israel, thou shalt not be forgotten of me, I have wiped out, As with a thick cloud, thy transgressions, And as with a broad cloud, thy sins, —Return unto me, for I have redeemed thee.
Ndachotsa zolakwa zako ngati mitambo, ndi machimo ako ngati nkhungu ya mmawa. Bwerera kwa Ine, popeza ndakupulumutsa.”
23 Shout in triumph ye heavens for Yahweh, hath effectually wrought. Shout, O ye underparts of the earth, Ring out, Ye mountains, into cries of triumph, Thou forest, and every tree therein, —For, Yahweh, hath redeemed, Jacob, And in Israel, will he get himself glory.
Imbani mwachimwemwe, inu zolengedwa zamlengalenga, pakuti Yehova wachita zimenezi; fuwula, iwe dziko lapansi. Imbani nyimbo, inu mapiri, inu nkhalango ndi mitengo yonse, chifukwa Yehova wawombola Yakobo, waonetsa ulemerero wake mwa Israeli.
24 Thus, saith Yahweh Who hath redeemed thee, Who hath fashioned thee from birth, —I—Yahweh, am the maker of all things, Stretching out the heavens, alone, Spreading forth the earth, of myself;
Yehova Mpulumutsi wanu, amene anakuwumbani mʼmimba ya amayi anu akuti: “Ine ndine Yehova, amene anapanga zinthu zonse, ndinatambasula ndekha zinthu zakuthambo, ndinayala ndekha dziko lapansi.
25 Frustrating the signs of praters, And, diviners, he confoundeth, —Turning wise men backwards, And their knowledge, he maketh folly;
Ndine amene ndinalepheretsa mipingo ya anthu onyenga, ndipo ndimapusitsa owombeza mawula. Ndimasokoneza anthu a nzeru, ndi kuonetsa kuti nzeru zawo nʼzopusa.
26 Establishing the word of his Servant, And the counsel of his Messengers, he maketh good, —Who saith of Jerusalem—She shall be inhabited! And of the cities of Judah—They shall be built! And the ruins thereof, will I set up!
Ndine amene ndimatsimikiza mawu a atumiki ake ndi kukwaniritsa zimene analosera amithenga ake. “Ndine amene ndinanena za Yerusalemu kuti mudzakhalanso anthu. Ndinanenanso za mizinda ya Yuda kuti idzamangidwanso. Za mabwinja awo ndinanena kuti ndidzawawutsanso.
27 Who saith to the deep—Be dry and Thy rivers, will I drain!
Ndine amene ndinawuza nyanga yayikulu kuti, ‘Uma’ ndipo ndidzawumitsa mitsinje yako.
28 Who saith of Cyrus—My Shepherd! and All my pleasure, shall he make good Even saying of Jerusalem—She shall be built! And of the temple—Be her foundation laid!
Ndine amene ndinanena kwa Koresi kuti, ‘Iye ndiye mʼbusa wanga,’ ndipo adzachita zonse zimene ndikufuna; iye adzalamula kuti, ‘Yerusalemu amangidwenso’ ndi kuti, ‘Maziko a Nyumba ya Mulungu ayikidwenso.’”
