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:

“Muntie me, mo a mopɛ trenee akyi kwan; na mohwehwɛ Awurade; Monhwɛ ɔbotan a wotwaa mo fii mu no ne abopaebea a wotuu mo fii hɔ no;

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.

Monhwɛ Abraham, mo agya, ne Sara a ɔwoo mo no. Bere a mefrɛɛ no no, na ɔyɛ ɔbaakofo, na mihyiraa no maa nʼase trɛwee.

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.

Awurade bɛkyekye Sion werɛ ampa ara na ne yam bɛhyehye no wɔ ne nnwiriwii no ho; ɔbɛyɛ ne nweatam ahorow sɛ Eden, nʼasase a ada mpan bɛyɛ sɛ Awurade turo. Wobehu anigye ne ahosɛpɛw, aseda ne nnwonto wɔ ne mu.

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:

“Muntie me, me nkurɔfo; monyɛ aso mma me, me man: Mmara no befi me nkyɛn akɔ; na mʼatɛntrenee bɛyɛ hann ama aman no.

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.

Me trenee reba ntɛm so, me nkwagye nam kwan so, na me basa de atɛntrenee bɛbrɛ aman no. Asupɔw no bɛhwɛ me na wɔde anidaso bɛtwɛn me basa.

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.

Momma mo ani so nhwɛ ɔsorosoro, monhwɛ asase wɔ fam; ɔsorosoro betu ayera sɛ wusiw na asase bɛtetew sɛ atade na wɔn a wɔte so bewuwu sɛ nwansena. Nanso me nkwagye bɛtena hɔ daa, me trenee to rentwa da.

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;

“Muntie me, mo a munim nea ɛteɛ, mo a me mmara wɔ mo koma mu: Munnsuro nnipa animka anaa momma wɔn ahohora ntu mo koma.

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.

Na nnwewemmoa bɛwe wɔn te sɛnea wɔwe atade; asunson bɛsɛe wɔn te sɛnea wɔsɛe kuntu. Nanso me trenee bɛtena hɔ daa, me nkwagye befi awo ntoatoaso akosi awo ntoatoaso so.”

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?

Nyan, nyan! Awurade basa, hyɛ ahoɔden adurade; nyan te sɛ nna a atwa mu no, te sɛ tete awo ntoatoaso mu no. Ɛnyɛ wo na wutwitwaa Rahab mu asinasin no, na wuhwirew asuboa kɛse no mu no?

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?

Ɛnyɛ wo na womaa po yowee, asubun mu nsu no, nea ɔpaee kwan wɔ po bun mu no sɛnea wɔn a wɔagye wɔn no betumi atwa?

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.

Wɔn a Awurade apata ama wɔn bɛsan aba. Wɔde nnwonto bɛhyɛn Sion; anigye a ɛnsa da bɛyɛ wɔn abotiri, anigye ne ahosɛpɛw bɛboro wɔn so, awerɛhow ne apinisi betu ayera.

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?

“Me, me ara, mene wo werɛkyekyefo. Hena ne wo a wusuro ɔdesani, nnipa mma a wɔyɛ sare yi.

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?

Na wo werɛ afi Awurade, wo yɛfo nea ɔtrɛw ɔsorosoro mu na ɔhyɛɛ asase ase no, a da biara na woabɔ hu ɔhyɛsoni no abufuw nti, nea ɔde ɔsɛe asi nʼani so no ana? Na ɔhyɛsoni no abufuw wɔ he?

14 The captive hath hastened to be loosed, —That he might not die in the pit. Neither should, his bread, be cut off.

Ɛrenkyɛ, wobegyaa nneduafo ahufo no; wɔrenwuwu wɔ afiase amoa mu, na aduan remmɔ wɔn.

15 But, I—Yahweh, am thy God, Who threw into commotion the sea And the waves thereof roared, —Yahweh of hosts, is his name.

Na mene Awurade, wo Nyankopɔn nea ɔhwanyan po, ma nʼasorɔkye woro so. Asafo Awurade ne ne din.

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!

Mede me nsɛm ahyɛ wʼanom, na mede me nsa ase nwini akata wo so. Me a mede ɔsorosoro sii hɔ na mehyɛɛ asase ase, na meka kyerɛ Sion se, ‘Moyɛ me nkurɔfo.’”

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.

Nyan, nyan! Sɔre, Yerusalem! Wo a woanom afi Awurade nsam nʼabufuw kuruwa no, wo a woanom apɔɔdɔ mu nsa atu puw nea ɛma nnipa tɔ ntintan no.

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.

Ne mma a ɔwoo wɔn nyinaa no obiara nni hɔ a ɔkyerɛ no kwan; mma a ɔtetew wɔn nyinaa no obiara nni hɔ a oso ne nsa mu.

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?

Saa ɔhaw prenu yi aba wo so, hena na ɔbɛkyekye wo werɛ? Nnwiriwii ne ɔsɛe, ɔkɔm ne afoa, hena na ɔbɛhyɛ wo den?

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.

Wo mma atotɔ beraw; wɔdeda mmɔnten so baabiara, te sɛ ɔtwe a afiri ayi no. Awurade abufuw aba wɔn so, wo Nyankopɔn animka no.

21 Therefore, hear, I pray thee, this, thou humbled one, —And drunken but not with wine: —

Enti tie eyi, wo a worehu amane woabow, nanso ɛnyɛ nsa na abow wo.

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;

Sɛɛ na Otumfo Awurade se, wo Nyankopɔn a ɔbɔ ne nkurɔfo ho ban: Hwɛ, magye afi wo nsa mu, kuruwa a ɛma wotɔɔ ntintan no, kuruwa a ɛyɛ mʼabufuw pɔɔdɔ no, worennom bio.

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.

Mede bɛhyɛ wɔn a wɔhaw mo no nsa mu, wɔn a wɔka kyerɛɛ mo se, “Butuw fam na yɛnnantew wo so na wode wʼakyi yɛɛ fam, te sɛ abɔnten sɛ wɔnnantew so no.”