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.
Ohun tí Olúwa wí nìyìí: “Níbo ni ìwé-ẹ̀rí ìkọ̀sílẹ̀ ìyá rẹ wà èyí tí mo fi lé e lọ? Tàbí èwo nínú àwọn olùyánilówó mi ni mo tà ọ́ fún? Nítorí ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ rẹ ni a fi tà ọ́; nítorí àìṣedéédéé rẹ ni a fi lé ìyá rẹ lọ.
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:
Nígbà tí mo wá, èéṣe tí a kò fi rí ẹnìkan? Nígbà tí mo pè, èéṣe tí kò fi sí ẹnìkan láti dáhùn? Ọwọ́ mi a kúrú láti gbà ọ́? Èmi kò ha ní agbára láti gbà ọ́ bí? Nípa ìbáwí lásán, Èmi gbẹ omi òkun, Èmi yí àwọn odò sí aṣálẹ̀; àwọn ẹja wọn rà fún àìsí omi wọ́n sì kú fún òǹgbẹ.
3 I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering.
Èmi fi òkùnkùn bo sánmọ̀ mo sì fi aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ ṣe ìbòrí rẹ̀.”
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;
Olúwa Olódùmarè ti fún mi ni ahọ́n tí a fi iṣẹ́ rán, láti mọ àwọn ọ̀rọ̀ tí ó lè gbé àwọn aláàárẹ̀ ró. O jí mi láràárọ̀, o jí etí mi láti gbọ́ gẹ́gẹ́ bí ẹni tí à ń kọ́.
5 My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, —Away, turned I not:
Olúwa Olódùmarè ti ṣí mi ní etí, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni èmi kò ṣọ̀tẹ̀ rí; Èmi kò sì padà sẹ́yìn.
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.
Mo ṣí ẹ̀yìn mi sílẹ̀ fún àwọn tí ó ń nà mí, àti ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ mi fún àwọn tí ń fa irùngbọ̀n mi; Èmi kò fi ojú mi pamọ́ kúrò lọ́wọ́ ẹlẹ́yà àti ìyọṣùtì sí.
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.
Nítorí Olúwa Olódùmarè ràn mí lọ́wọ́, a kì yóò dójútì mí. Nítorí náà ni mo ṣe gbé ojú mi ró bí òkúta akọ èmi sì mọ pé, ojú kò ní tì mí.
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!
Ẹni tí ó dá mi láre wà nítòsí. Ta ni ẹni náà tí yóò fẹ̀sùn kàn mí? Jẹ́ kí a kojú ara wa! Ta ni olùfisùn mi? Jẹ́ kí ó kò mí lójú!
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.
Olúwa Olódùmarè ni ó ń ràn mí lọ́wọ́. Ta ni ẹni náà tí yóò dá mi lẹ́bi? Gbogbo wọn yóò gbó bí aṣọ; kòkòrò ni yóò sì jẹ wọn run.
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.
Ta ni nínú yín tí ó bẹ̀rù Olúwa tí ó sì ń gbọ́rọ̀ sí ìránṣẹ́ rẹ̀ lẹ́nu? Jẹ́ kí ẹni tí ń rìn ní òkùnkùn tí kò ní ìmọ́lẹ̀, kí ó gbẹ́kẹ̀lé orúkọ Olúwa kí o sì gbẹ́kẹ̀lé Ọlọ́run rẹ̀.
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.
Ṣùgbọ́n ní àkókò yìí, gbogbo ẹ̀yin ti ń tanná tí ẹ sì ń fi pèsè iná ìléwọ́ fún ara yín, ẹ lọ, kí ẹ sì máa rìn nínú ìmọ́lẹ̀ iná yín, àti nínú ẹta iná tí ẹ ti dá. Èyí ni yóò jẹ́ tiyín láti ọwọ́ mi wá. Ẹ̀yin ó dùbúlẹ̀ nínú ìrora.
