Isaiah 64
1 Would that thou hadst rent the heavens, hadst come down,
Ao, sɛ anka wobɛsunsuane ɔsorosoro mu, asiane aba fam a, ɛno na anka mmepɔ no ho bɛpopo wɔ wʼanim!
2 At thy presence, had mountains, quaked: As fire kindleth brushwood, [As] fire causeth, water, to boil, So if thou wouldst make known thy Name to thine adversaries, At thy presence, nations, would tremble.
Sɛdeɛ ogya ma mmabaa dɛre na ɛma nsuo huru no, siane bra fam na ma wʼatamfoɔ nhunu wo din na ma amanaman no ho mpopo wɔ wʼanim!
3 When thou didst fearful things we could not expect, Thou camest down at thy presence, mountains, quaked.
Na ɛberɛ a woyɛɛ nneɛma a ɛyɛ nwanwa a yɛanhwɛ anim no, wosiane baa fam na mmepɔ no ho popoo wɔ wʼanim.
4 Although from age-past times It was never heard, It was not perceived by the ear, —Neither did, the eye, ever see—That, a god besides thee, could work for the man who waited for him,
Ɛfiri teteete obiara nteeɛ, ɛntwaa obiara aso mu, ani biara nhunuu Onyankopɔn bi sɛ wo, deɛ ɔdi dwuma ma wɔn a wɔtwɛn no.
5 Yet didst thou meet Him who was rejoicing and working righteousness, Even them who in thy ways, remembered thee, —Lo! thou, hast been vexed, And truly we had sinned, Among them, was the prospect of an age [to come], That we might be saved.
Woboa wɔn a wɔde anigyeɛ yɛ deɛ ɛtene, wɔn a wɔkae wʼakwan. Nanso yɛkɔɔ so yɛɛ bɔne tiaa wo no, wo bo fuiɛ. Na afei ɛbɛyɛ dɛn na woagye yɛn nkwa?
6 But we have become as one unclean all of us, And, as a garment polluted, were all our righteous doings, —And so we faded like a leaf all of us, And, our iniquity, as a wind, carried us away;
Yɛn nyinaa ayɛ sɛ obi a ne ho nteɛ, na yɛn tenenee nneyɛɛ nyinaa te sɛ ntomago fi; yɛn nyinaa akusa te sɛ ahahan, na yɛn bɔne pra yɛn kɔ te sɛ mframa.
7 And there was none To call upon thy Name, To rouse himself to lay firm hold on thee, —For thou hadst hidden thy face from us, And hadst made us despond, by means of our iniquity.
Obiara mmɔ wo din, na obiara mpere sɛ ɔbɛso wo mu; ɛfiri sɛ wode wʼanim ahinta yɛn na yɛn bɔne enti woama yɛasɛe.
8 But, now, O Yahweh, our father, thou art, —We are the clay, and, thou, art our potter, Yea the work of thy hand, are we all:
Nanso, Ao Awurade, wo ne yɛn Agya. Yɛyɛ dɔteɛ, na wo ne ɔnwomfoɔ no; yɛn nyinaa yɛ wo nsa ano adwuma.
9 Do not be indignant, O Yahweh so very greatly, Neither perpetually, do thou recall iniquity, —Lo! look around, we pray thee…thy people, are, we all.
Mma wo bo mfu ntra so, Ao Awurade; nkae yɛn bɔne da biara da. Ao, brɛ wʼani ase hwɛ yɛn, yɛsrɛ wo, ɛfiri sɛ yɛn nyinaa yɛ wo nkurɔfoɔ.
10 Thy holy cities, have become a wilderness, —Zion, a wilderness, hath become, Jerusalem, a desolation!
Wo nkuropɔn kronkron no adane anweatam; Sion mpo ayɛ anweatam, Yerusalem ada mpan.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house Where our fathers praised thee, Hath become a conflagration, —And, all our delightful places, are in ruins!
Yɛn asɔredan kronkron a ɛwɔ animuonyam, faako a yɛn nananom yii wo ayɛ no, wɔde ogya ahye, na deɛ ɛsom bo ma yɛn no, abubu.
12 In view of these things, wilt thou restrain thyself. O Yahweh? Wilt thou hold thy peace and humble us so very greatly?
Yei nyinaa akyi, Ao Awurade wo de wo ho bɛkame yɛn anaa? Wobɛkɔ so ayɛ komm atwe yɛn aso aboro so anaa?
