Isaiah 64
1 “Oh, if you had split open the heavens and come down! The mountains would have shaken at your presence,
Ọ gaara adị mma ma asị na ị ga-adọwa eluigwe rịdata nʼala, ma asị nʼugwu ukwu niile ga-ama jijiji nʼihu gị!
2 as when fire kindles the brushwood, or the fire makes water boil. Oh, that your name would be known by your adversaries, that the nations would tremble at your presence!
Dịka mgbe ọkụ na-agba ụmụ osisi, na-eme ka mmiri e sikwasịrị nʼọkụ gbọọ. Si nʼelu rịdata bịa mee ka ndị iro gị niile maara aha gị, meekwa ka mba niile dị iche iche maa jijiji nʼihu gị.
3 Previously, when you did marvelous things that we had not expected, you came down, and the mountains trembled at your presence.
Nʼihi na ọ bụ mgbe i mere ọtụtụ ihe egwu dị iche iche nke anyị na-atụghị anya ya ka ị rịdatara mee ka ugwu ukwu niile maa jijiji nʼihu gị.
4 Since ancient times no one has heard or perceived, nor eye seen any God besides you, who does things for him who waits for him.
Nʼihi na site na mgbe ochie, ọ dịbeghị onye nụrụ, ọ dịbeghị ntị ghọtara, o nwebeghị anya hụrụ Chineke ọzọ karịa gị, onye na-emejupụtara ndị na-echere ya ihe na-akpa ha.
5 You come to help those who rejoice in doing what is right, those who call to mind your ways and obey them. You were angry when we sinned. In your ways we will always be rescued.
Ị na-enyere ndị na-eme ezi ihe aka, bụ ndị ji ọṅụ na-echeta ụzọ gị nʼechiche uche ha. Ma mgbe anyị nọgidere na-emehie megide ha, iwe were gị. A ga-esikwanụ aṅaa zọpụta anyị?
6 For we have all become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous deeds are like a menstrual rag. We have all withered like leaves; our iniquities, like the wind, carry us away.
Anyị niile dịka onye rụrụ arụ, ezi omume anyị niile kwa dịka nkịrịnka akwa ruru unyi. Anyị akpọnwụọla dịka akwụkwọ osisi, mmehie anyị na-ebufukwa anyị dịka ifufe.
7 There are none who calls on your name, who makes an effort to take hold of you. For you have hidden your face from us and made us waste away in the hand of our iniquities.
Ọ dịghị onye nʼime anyị na-arịọ gị arịrịọ; ọ dịkwaghị onye na-akpọku aha gị. Nʼihi ya, i zoola ihu gị site nʼebe anyị nọ, meekwa ka anyị bụrụ ndị gbazere agbaze nʼihi mmehie anyị.
8 Yet, Yahweh, you are our father; we are the clay. You are our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
Ma otu ọbụla o si dị, gị Onyenwe anyị bụ Nna anyị. Anyị bụ ụrọ, ma ị bụ ọkpụ ite. Ọ bụ aka gị kpụrụ anyị niile.
9 Be not too angry, Yahweh, nor always call to mind against us our sins. Please look at us all, your people.
Biko, Onyenwe anyị, anọgidela na-eweso anyị iwe; echetakwala mmehie anyị ọzọ ruo mgbe ebighị ebi. Biko, lekwasị anyị anya nʼihi na ndị gị ka anyị bụ.
10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness; Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Obodo nsọ gị niile aghọọla ọzara; ọ bụladị Zayọn aghọọla ọzara, Jerusalem, ebe tọgbọrọ nʼefu.
11 Our holy and beautiful temple, where our fathers praised you, has been destroyed by fire, and all that was so dear is in ruins.
Ụlọnsọ ukwu anyị ahụ mara mma, nke dịkwa nsọ, ebe nna anyị ha nọ too gị, ma feekwa gị ofufe, abụrụla ihe a gbara ọkụ. Ihe niile mara mma nʼime ya alaala nʼiyi.
12 How can you still hold back, Yahweh? How can you remain silent and continue to humiliate us?”
Mgbe ihe niile gasịrị, Onyenwe anyị, ị ga-ejisi onwe gị ike? Ị ga-agba nkịtị, taa anyị ahụhụ ebe ọ gafere oke?
