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:

“Montie me, mo a mopɛ tenenee akyiri kwan; na mohwehwɛ Awurade; Monhwɛ ɔbotan a wɔtwaa mo firii mu no ne abopaebea a wɔtuu mo firii 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. Ɛberɛ a mefrɛɛ no no, na ɔyɛ ɔbaakofoɔ, na mehyiraa no maa nʼase trɛeɛ.

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 mmubuiɛ no ho; ɔbɛyɛ nʼanweatam ahodoɔ sɛ Eden, nʼasase a ada mpan bɛyɛ sɛ Awurade turo. Wɔbɛhunu anigyeɛ ne ahosɛpɛ, aseda ne nnwontoɔ 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:

“Montie me, me nkurɔfoɔ; monyɛ aso mma me, me ɔman: Mmara no bɛfiri me nkyɛn akɔ; na mʼatɛntenenee 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 tenenee reba ntɛm so, me nkwagyeɛ nam ɛkwan so, na mʼabasa de atɛntenenee bɛbrɛ aman no. Nsupɔ no bɛhwehwɛ me na wɔde anidasoɔ bɛtwɛn mʼabasa.

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.

Mompagya mo ani nhwɛ ɔsorosoro, monhwɛ asase wɔ fam; ɔsorosoro bɛtu ayera sɛ wisie na asase bɛtete sɛ atadeɛ na wɔn a wɔte so bɛwuwu sɛ nwansena. Nanso me nkwagyeɛ bɛtena hɔ daa, me tenenee 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;

“Montie me, mo a monim deɛ ɛteneɛ, mo a me mmara wɔ mo akoma mu: Monnsuro nnipa animka anaa momma wɔn ahohora ntu mo bo.

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 nweweboa bɛwe wɔn te sɛ deɛ wɔwe atadeɛ; ɔsonsono bɛsɛe wɔn te sɛ deɛ wɔsɛe kuntu. Nanso me tenenee bɛtena hɔ daa me nkwagyeɛ bɛfiri awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ akɔsi awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ 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?

Nyane, nyane! Ao Awurade basa hyɛ ahoɔden aduradeɛ; nyane te sɛ nna a atwam no, te sɛ tete awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ mu no. Ɛnyɛ wo na wotwitwaa Rahab mu asinasini no, na wohwiree asuboa kɛseɛ 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 ɛpo weeɛ, nsubunu mu nsuo no, deɛ ɔpaee ɛkwan wɔ ɛpo bunu mu no sɛdeɛ wɔn a wɔagye wɔn no bɛtumi 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 bɛsane aba. Wɔde nnwontoɔ bɛhyɛne Sion; anigyeɛ a ɛnsa da bɛyɛ wɔn abotire, anigyeɛ ne ahosɛpɛ bɛboro wɔn so, awerɛhoɔ ne apinisie bɛtu 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 werɛ kyekyefoɔ. Hwan ne wo a wosuro ɔdasani, nnipa mma a wɔyɛ ɛserɛ 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 afiri Awurade, wo yɛfoɔ, deɛ ɔtrɛɛ ɔsorosoro mu na ɔhyɛɛ asase ase no? Wobɛkɔ so ara asuro ɔhyɛsoni no abufuo? Wobɛkɔ so ara asuro deɛ ɔde ɔsɛeɛ asi nʼani so no anaa? Na ɔhyɛsoni no abufuo 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.

Ɛrenkyɛre, wɔbɛgyaa nneduafoɔ ahufoɔ no; wɔrenwuwu wɔ afiase amena mu, na aduane 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 Onyankopɔn deɛ ɔhwanyane ɛpo, 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 wʼanomu, na mede me nsa ase nwunu akata wo so. Me a mede ɔsorosoro sii hɔ na mehyɛɛ asase ase na meka kyerɛ Sion sɛ, ‘Moyɛ me nkurɔfoɔ.’”

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.

Nyane, nyane! Sɔre, Ao, Yerusalem! Wo a wanom afiri Awurade nsam nʼabufuo kuruwa no, wo a wanom apɔɔdɔ mu nsã atu puo deɛ 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.

Wo mma a wowoo wɔn nyinaa mu obiara nni hɔ a ɔkyerɛ wo ɛkwan; mmammarima a wotetee wɔn nyinaa mu obiara nni hɔ a ɔsɔ wo 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, hwan na ɔbɛkyekye wo werɛ? Mmubuiɛ ne ɔsɛeɛ, ɛkɔm ne akofena, hwan 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 baha; wɔdeda mmɔntene so baabiara, te sɛ ɔtwe a afidie ayi no. Awurade abufuo aba wɔn so wo Onyankopɔn animka no.

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

Enti tie yei, wo a worehunu amaneɛ waboro, na nso ɛnyɛ nsã na aboro woɔ.

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;

Yei ne deɛ Otumfoɔ Awurade, wo Onyankopɔn a ɔbɔ ne nkurɔfoɔ ho ban seɛ: “Hwɛ, magye afiri wo nsa mu kuruwa a ɛma wotɔɔ ntintan no kuruwa a ɛyɛ mʼabufuo 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 wɔha mo no nsa mu, wɔn a wɔka kyerɛɛ mo sɛ, ‘Butu fam na yɛnnante wo so.’ Na wode wʼakyi yɛɛ fam te sɛ abɔntene a wɔnante so.”