Isaiah 50
1 Thus, saith Yahweh—Where then is the scroll of your mother’s divorce, whom I have put away? Or, which of my creditors, is it to whom I have sold you? Lo! for your iniquities, have ye been sold, And for your transgressions, hath your mother been put away.
Hichehi Pakaiyin asei chu ahi: “Nanu chu keiman kada ahi tah jeh’a kisol manga ham? Ka thil bat ho jeh’a nangho soh’a ka johdoh’u ham? Ahipoi, na chonset jeh’uva kijohdohsa nahiu ahitai. Chule na chonset jeh’uva nanu’u jong kipui manga ahije.
2 Wherefore, When I came in, was there no one? When I called, was there none to answer? Is mine own hand, really shortened, that it cannot redeem? Or is there not, in me, strength to deliver? Lo! by my rebuke, I dry up the sea I make rivers a desert, Their fish Stinketh, for want of water, Yea dieth, for thirst:
Ipi iti danna ka hung petna koima cha umlou ahi dem? Ka kou petna iti dana koima eidonbutna umlou hin tem? Keiman huhdoh theina tha neilouva neigel’u ahi dem? Hiche hi ajeh kisei chu ahipoi! Ajeh iham itileh keiman twikhanglen koma thu kasei leh tolgo soh ‘a ahitai. Keiman vadung chu nelphai kasosah’a nga umho thi gam'a ahiiuve.
3 I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering.
Keiman vanthamjol muthim kasosah’a, amaho chu lunghemna pon hoa kitom ahiuve.
4 My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse, —He kept wakening—morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed;
Thunei pen Pakaiyin Achihna thu eipei, hiche hi Keiman athachol kalhamon theina ding ahi. Jingkah ahung lhun seh le Ama’n eisukhang jin chule kahet khen them theina din Ama lunglam’a chona toh eihon thapeh in ahi.
5 My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, —Away, turned I not:
Thanei pen Pakaiyin ka koma thu ahin seijin chule keiman ka ngaipeh’e. Keiman Ama ka doupon chule ka kiheimang jeng poi.
6 My back, gave I to smiters, and My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard, —My face, hid I not from insult and spitting.
Keima eivo dingho lama ka nung kado peh in chule ka khamul bot lha goho koma kabeng ka dopeh’e. Keiman noisebolna le chilset khuma konin kamai kaselpoi.
7 Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore was I not deterred by insult, —Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame.
Ajeh chu Thunei chungnung Pakaiyin eipan pin, keima lungsetna bei hi ponge. Hijeh’a hi keiman kamai song tobanga katahsah’a, Alunglam bol dinga kakigot ahitai. Chule keima jachatna’a chulou ding kahi.
8 At hand, is one who can justify me. Who will contend with me? let, us stand forth together, —Who can accuse me? let him draw near to me!
Keima them eichansahpa chu naicha um ahi. Tua hi keima douna thusei ding koi alung ngam dem? Keima themo eichan ho chu koi koi hiu vem? Amaho chu hung kilu lah’u hen!
9 Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, the moth shall consume them.
Vetemin, keima Thuneipen Pakai chu kei lama apange. Koi ham eithemo chansah dinga? Ka melmate ho jouse chu ponlui tobang hiuvin tin, mase mon’in aneh tobanga kisumang ding ahiuve.
10 Who among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant, —That hath walked in dark places And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God.
Nalah’uva koiyin Pakai agin’a chule alhachapa thusei angai jem? Nangma muthim lah’ a khovah ‘a navalea ahileh, Pakai tahsanin chule na Pathen’a lung ngaijin.
11 Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts, —Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire. And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.
Hinla ching theijun, nangma vah’a vahlen lang chule nangma tah mei nati chu kisang lum’in. Hiche hi nangman keija kona nakisan ding chu ahi. Nangma gangtah’a nalhah lutna thohhasa nathoh ding ahitai.
