Isaiah 51
1 Hearken unto me, Ye that pursue righteousness, Ye that seek Yahweh, —Look well unto the rock whence ye were hewn, And unto the quarry whence ye were digged:
“Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ mũrũmagĩrĩra maũndũ ma ũthingu ta thikĩrĩriai, o inyuĩ mũrongoragia Jehova: Rorai rwaro rwa ihiga rũrĩa mwarutirwo, o na kĩenjero kĩa mahiga kĩrĩa mwenjirwo;
2 Look well unto Abraham your father, And unto Sarah who gave you birth, —For he was, alone, when called I him, And, I blessed him that I might make him, many.
ta rorai Iburahĩmu, o we ithe wanyu, o na Sara, ũrĩa wamũciarire. Nĩgũkorwo hĩndĩ ĩrĩa aarĩ o wiki nĩguo ndamwĩtire, na ngĩmũrathima, ngĩtũma aingĩhe.
3 For Yahweh hath comforted Zion, He hath comforted all her waste places, And hath made her wilderness like Eden, And her waste plain like the garden of Yahweh, —Joy and gladness, shall be found in her, Thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.
Ti-itherũ Jehova nĩakahooreria Zayuni, o na ahoorerie kũndũ gwakuo kũrĩa kwanangĩtwo; werũ wakuo akaaũtua o ta Edeni, na rũngʼũrĩ rwakuo arũtue o ta mũgũnda wa Jehova. Kũu guothe gũkaiyũra gĩkeno, na gũcanjamũka ngoro, na gũcookagia ngaatho, o gũkĩinagwo nyĩmbo.
4 Attend unto me, O my people, And, O, my nation unto me give ear, —For, instruction, from me, shall go forth, And, my justice—for a light of peoples, will I establish:
“Inyuĩ andũ akwa ta thikĩrĩriai, na inyuĩ rũrĩrĩ rwakwa, njiguai: Nĩgũkorwo watho ũkoima harĩ niĩ; nakĩo kĩhooto gĩakwa nĩkĩo gĩgaatuĩka ũtheri wa ndũrĩrĩ.
5 At hand is my righteousness. Gone forth hath my salvation, And, mine own arms, unto the peoples, shall give justice, —Upon me, Coastlands, shall wait, And for mine arm, shall they hope.
Ũhoro wakwa wa ũthingu nĩũrooka o na ihenya, nakuo kũhonokania gwakwa kũrĩ hakuhĩ kuoneka, o nakuo guoko gwakwa nĩkuo gũgaatuĩra andũ a ndũrĩrĩ ciira wa kĩhooto. Andũ a icigĩrĩra-inĩ nĩ niĩ magaacũthĩrĩria na meterere guoko gwakwa marĩ na mwĩhoko.
6 Lift up—to the heavens—your eyes, And look around to the earth beneath Though, the heavens, like smoke, should have vanished And, the earth, like a garment, should fall to pieces, And, her inhabitants, in like manner, should die, Yet, my salvation, unto times age-abiding, shall continue, And, my righteousness, shall not be broken down.
Tiirai maitho manyu na igũrũ, na mũrore thĩ ĩrĩa ĩrĩ mũhuro; igũrũ rĩkaabuĩria o ta ndogo, nayo thĩ ĩthire o ta ũrĩa nguo ĩthiraga, nao atũũri ao makuage o ũguo ta ngi. No rĩrĩ, ũhonokio wakwa nĩwagũtũũra nginya tene, naguo ũthingu wakwa ndũrĩ hĩndĩ ũgaathira.
7 Hearken unto me ye who discern righteousness, The people in whose heart is my law, —Do not fear the reproach of frail men, Nor at their revilings, be dismayed;
“Ta njiguai, inyuĩ andũ arĩa mũũĩ ũhoro wa ũthingu, o inyuĩ andũ arĩa mũrũmĩtie watho wakwa ngoro-inĩ cianyu: Mũtigetigĩre kũmenwo nĩ andũ, o na kana mũmakio nĩ irumi iria mamũrumaga nacio.
8 For like a garment, shall they be eaten of the moth, And like wool, shall they be eaten of the larva; But, my righteousness, unto times age-abiding shall continue, And, my salvation, unto the remotest generation.
Nĩgũkorwo makaarĩĩo nĩ memenyi mathire biũ o ta nguo; na marĩĩo nĩ igunyũ o ta marĩ guoya wa ngʼondu. No rĩrĩ, ũhoro wakwa wa ũthingu nĩ wa gũtũũra nginya tene, naguo ũhonokio wakwa ũtũũre nginya njiarwa-inĩ ciothe.”
9 Awake, awake put on strength, O arm of Yahweh, Awake, As in days of old, The generations of bygone ages: Art not thou that which—Hewed down Rahab, Piercing the Crocodile?
Arahũka, arahũka! Wĩĩkĩre hinya, wee guoko kwa Jehova; arahũka o ta ũrĩa waarahũkire matukũ marĩa ma tene, warahũke o ta hĩndĩ ya njiarwa cia tene. Githĩ wee tiwe watinangirie Rahabu tũcunjĩ, o wee watheecangire nyamũ ĩyo nene, ũkĩmĩtũrĩkania?
10 Art not thou that which dried up—The Sea, The waters of the mighty Deep, —That which made of the abysses of the sea a road for the passing over of the redeemed?
Githĩ tiwe wahũithirie iria, maaĩ ma kũndũ kũrĩa kũriku mũno, o wee watemire njĩra kũu iria-inĩ kũrĩa kũriku, nĩgeetha andũ arĩa wakũũrĩte maringĩre yo?
11 Therefore, the ransomed of Yahweh, shall again come unto Zion, with shouts of triumph, With gladness age-abiding on their head, —Joy, and gladness, shall overtake [them]. Sorrow and sighing have fled away.
Andũ arĩa akũũre a Jehova nĩmagacooka. Nao magaatoonya Zayuni makĩinaga; nĩmagekĩrwo thũmbĩ ya gĩkeno gĩa tene na tene. Magaakena na macanjamũke, nakĩo kĩeha na mũcaayo nĩigathira biũ.
12 I—I, am he that comforteth you, —Who art, thou, that thou hast feared Frail man that dieth, and A son of the earthborn, who, as grass, shall be delivered up?
“Niĩ, o niĩ mwene-rĩ, nĩ niĩ ndĩmũhooreragia. Wee ũrĩ ũ, atĩ nĩguo wĩtigĩre andũ arĩa makuuaga, na ũgetigĩra ariũ a andũ arĩa magaatuuo o ta nyeki,
13 That thou hast forgotten Yahweh thy maker, Who stretched out the heavens And founded the earth? That thou hast dreaded continually, all the day, by reason of the fury of the oppressor, in that he was ready to destroy? Where then is the fury of the oppressor?
nawe ũkariganĩrwo nĩ Jehova ũrĩa wakũũmbire, o we ũrĩa watambũrũkirie matu, na agĩaka mĩthingi ya thĩ, atĩ nĩguo o ũtũũrage na guoya o mũthenya nĩ ũndũ wa mangʼũrĩ ma mũhinyanĩrĩria rĩrĩa ekwĩhaarĩria aniinane? Namo mangʼũrĩ ma mũhinyanĩrĩria ũcio-rĩ, makĩrĩ ha?
14 The captive hath hastened to be loosed, —That he might not die in the pit. Neither should, his bread, be cut off.
Nao oohwo arĩa marainaina nĩ guoya nĩmekuohorwo o narua; matigakuĩra kũu marima-inĩ ma njeera, o na kana irio ciao ciage.
15 But, I—Yahweh, am thy God, Who threw into commotion the sea And the waves thereof roared, —Yahweh of hosts, is his name.
Nĩgũkorwo nĩ niĩ Jehova Ngai wanyu, ũrĩa ũtũmaga iria rĩikie ndiihũ nĩguo makũmbĩ marĩo makaruruma; Jehova Mwene-Hinya-Wothe nĩrĩo rĩĩtwa rĩake.
16 Therefore have I put my words in thy mouth, And with the shadow of my hand, have I covered thee, —To plant the heavens, and To lay the foundations of the earth, and To say unto Zion My people, thou art!
Nĩnjĩkĩrĩte ciugo ciakwa kanua-inĩ gaku, na ngakũhumbĩra na kĩĩruru gĩa guoko gwakwa, o niĩ ndatambũrũkirie matu harĩa marĩ, na ngĩaka mĩthingi ya thĩ, o niĩ njĩĩraga andũ a Zayuni atĩrĩ, ‘Inyuĩ mũrĩ andũ akwa.’”
17 Rouse thee—rouse, thee stand up, O Jerusalem, Who hast drunk, at the hand of Yahweh, his cup of indignation: The goblet-cup of confusion, hast thou drunk—hast thou drained.
Arahũka, arahũka! Wee Jerusalemu ũkĩra, o wee ũnyuĩrĩire gĩkombe kĩa mangʼũrĩ ma Jehova, ũnengereirio kuuma guoko-inĩ gwake, o wee ũnyuĩrĩire kuuma mbakũri ĩrĩa ĩtũmaga andũ matũgũũge na ũkamĩinĩkĩrĩria.
18 There is none to guide her, Among all the sons she hath borne, —There is none to grasp her hand, Among all the sons she hath brought up.
Harĩ ariũ ake othe arĩa aaciarire, gũtirĩ o na ũmwe ũngĩmũtongoria; o na ningĩ ariũ ake othe arĩa aarerire-rĩ, gũtirĩ o na ũmwe ũngĩmũnyiita guoko.
19 Twain, are the things befalling thee, Who will lament for thee? Wasting and destruction and famine and sword By whom shall I comfort thee?
Mogwati maya meerĩ nĩmo magũkorete; nũũ ũgaagĩkũhooreria? Mogwati macio nĩ mwanangĩko na ũniinani, ningĩ nĩ ngʼaragu o na rũhiũ rwa njora; nũũ ũgaagĩkũhooreria?
20 Thy sons, have fainted, They lie at the head of all the streets like a gazelle in a net, —Who, indeed, are full of The indignation of Yahweh The rebuke of thy God.
Ariũ aku nĩmaringĩkĩte; nao makomete macemanĩrio-inĩ ma njĩra ciothe, magakoma o ta thiiya ĩnyiitĩtwo nĩ mũtego. Maiyũrĩtwo nĩ mangʼũrĩ ma Jehova, na ikũũma rĩa Ngai wanyu.
21 Therefore, hear, I pray thee, this, thou humbled one, —And drunken but not with wine: —
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio igua ũhoro ũyũ, wee ũnyariirĩtwo, ũkarĩĩo, no ti ndibei ĩkũrĩĩte.
22 Thus, saith Thy Lord, Yahweh, Even thy God who pleadeth the cause of his people: —Lo! I have taken, out of thy hand, the cup of confusion, —As for the goblet-cup of mine indignation, Thou shalt not again drink it, any more;
Mwathani Jehova Ngai waku ũrĩa ũgitagĩra andũ ake, ekuuga ũũ: “Atĩrĩrĩ, nĩngwehereirie gĩkombe kĩrĩa gĩatũmire ũtũgũge, ngakĩruta guoko-inĩ gwaku; o na ngakwehereria mbakũri ya mangʼũrĩ makwa, na ndũgacooka kũmĩnyuĩra rĩngĩ.
23 But I will put it into the hand of thy tormentors, Who said to thy soul, Bow down that we may pass over, —And so thou didst place as the ground, thy back, Yea as the street to such as were passing along.
Nĩnganeana mbakũri ĩyo moko-inĩ ma arĩa makũnyariiraga, o arĩa maakwĩrire atĩrĩ, ‘Wĩgũithie thĩ, nĩguo tũkũgerere igũrũ.’ Nawe ũgĩkoma, mũgongo waku ũgĩtuĩka taarĩ thĩ, na ũkĩũtua taarĩ njĩra nĩguo andũ acio makũgeragĩre igũrũ.”
