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.
Sɛɛ na Awurade se: “Ɛhe na awaregyae ho adansedi nhoma, nea migyinaa so gyaa no kwan no wɔ? Anaa sɛ mʼadefirifo mu hena na metɔn wo maa no? Wo bɔne nti na wɔtɔn wo; Wʼamumɔyɛ nti na wɔpam wo na.
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:
Mebae no, adɛn nti na na obiara nni hɔ? Mefrɛe no, adɛn nti na obiara annye so? Na me nsa yɛ tia dodo sɛ ebegye wo ana? Minni ahoɔden a mede begye wo ana? Mede mʼanimka kɛkɛ no ma po yow, medan nsubɔnten nweatam mu mpataa porɔw esiane nsu a wonnya nti na osukɔm kum wɔn.
3 I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering.
Mede sum fura ɔsoro na mema atweaatam yɛ ne nkataho.”
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;
Asafo Awurade ama me nkyerɛkyerɛ tɛkrɛma sɛ ɛnka asɛm a ɛhyɛ ɔbrɛfo den. Onyan me anɔpa biara, na obue mʼaso ma mitie sɛ obi a ɔregye nkyerɛkyerɛ.
5 My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, —Away, turned I not:
Otumfo Awurade abue mʼaso na menyɛɛ otuatewfo ɛ; na mensan mʼakyi ɛ.
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.
Mede mʼakyi maa wɔn a wɔboro me, ne mʼafono maa wɔn a wotutu mʼabogyesɛ. Mamfa mʼanim anhintaw wɔn fɛwdi ne ntasu ho.
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.
Esiane sɛ, Asafo Awurade boa me nti, wɔrengu mʼanim ase. Enti na mayɛ mʼanim sɛ ɔtwɛrebo, na minim sɛ mʼanim rengu ase.
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!
Nea obu me bem no abɛn. Enti hena na ɔbɛbɔ me kwaadu? Ɔmma yenhyia mu! Hena na ɔbɔ me sobo? Ma ɔnka nsi mʼanim!
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.
Asafo Awurade na ɔboa me. Hena ne nea obebu me fɔ? Wɔn nyinaa bɛtetew sɛ atade; nnwewemmoa bɛwe wɔn.
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.
Mo mu hena na osuro Awurade, na odi ne somfo asɛm so? Ma nea ɔnam sum mu nea onni hann no, onnye Awurade din nni na ɔmfa ne ho nto ne Nyankopɔn so.
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.
Na afei, mo a mososɔ ogya nyinaa na moyɛ ogyatɛn ma mo ho, monkɔ, nkɔnantew mo gya hann no, ne ogyatɛn a wɔasɔ ano no mu. Eyi ne nea mubenya afi me nsa mu; mobɛdeda fam wɔ ɔyaw mu.
