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.
Ma e gima Jehova Nyasaye wacho, Ere baruwa mar weruok manyiso nine ariembo minu? Koso ngʼato nitie mane achiwene mondo achulgo gope ma an-go? Nousu nikech richou; kendo minu noriembi nikech ketho mage.
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:
Kane abiro iru, angʼo momiyo ne ok ayudo ngʼato? Kane aluongou, ere gima omiyo ne ok ngʼato odwoka? Koso uparo ni bada ne chiek ma ok nyal konyou? Uparo ni aonge gi teko mar resou? Wuoyona matin nomiyo nam oduono, kendo ne amiyo aore obedo piny motwo mi rech manie eigi otho kendo otop nikech onge mar pi.
3 I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering.
Aloko polo doko maratengʼ ti mana ka gima aume gi pien gugru.
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;
Jehova Nyasaye Manyalo Gik Moko Duto osemiyo apongʼ kod puonj, mondo omi angʼe wach manyalo hoyogo ngʼama ni e chandruok. Ochiewa pile okinyi kokinyi, kendo oyawo ita mondo abed gi winjo ka ngʼat mipuonjo.
5 My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, —Away, turned I not:
Jehova Nyasaye Manyalo Gik Moko Duto oseyawo pacha kendo ok asetamore winjo wachne; bende ok asedok chien.
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.
Ne achiwora ne joma goya, ne joma pudho yie tika; kendo ne ok apando wangʼa ne joma nyiera kendo ngʼulo kuoma olawo.
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.
Nikech Jehova Nyasaye Manyalo Gik Moko Duto konya, ok anayud wichkuot. Kuom mano, asechomo wangʼa tir kuome maonge luoro kendo angʼeyo maber ni ok nayud achaya.
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!
Jal mabiro ngʼadona bura ni koda. Kare koro en ngʼa manyalo donjona? Owuogane oko koro! En ngʼa modonjona? Owuogane okwera.
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.
En mana Jehova Nyasaye Manyalo Gik Moko Duto ema konya. En ngʼa mabiro ngʼadona bura? Gibiro ti mana ka law, ma olwenda ochamo.
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.
En ngʼatno e dieru moluoro Jehova Nyasaye kendo mako weche jatichne? Weuru ngʼat mawuotho e mudho kaonge ler ogen kuom nying Jehova Nyasaye kendo osud machiegni gi Nyasache.
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.
To koro un jogo duto ma jomok mach kendo moko mirni maliel, dhiuru mondo uwuothi e ler mar mach mumoko kata e ligek mach musemoko. Ma e gima udhi yudo e lweta: Ubiro rieru piny gi rem malit.
