Isaiah 64
1 “Oh, if you had split open the heavens and come down! The mountains would have shaken at your presence,
Aue me i haehae koe i nga rangi, me i heke iho, me i rere a wai nga maunga i tou aroaro!
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!
Kia rite ki te ngiha o te ahi tahu rara, ki te ahi e koropupu ai nga wai; kia mohiotia ai tou ingoa e ou hoariri, kia wiri ai nga iwi i tou aroaro!
3 Previously, when you did marvelous things that we had not expected, you came down, and the mountains trembled at your presence.
I tau meatanga i nga mea wehi kihai nei i whakaaroa e matou, i heke iho koe, rere a wai ana nga maunga i tou aroaro.
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.
Kahore hoki kia rangona noatia i mua, kihai i mohiotia e te taringa, kihai hoki te kanohi i kite i te Atua, ko koe anake, e mahi nei i nga mea mo te tangata e tatari ana ki a ia.
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.
Ko tau, he whakatau ki te tangata e koa ana, e mahi ana i te tika, ki te hunga e mahara ana ki a koe i au ara. Nana, i riri na koe, he hara hoki no matou; kua roa noa atu matou ki aua ara, a ka ora ranei matou?
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.
Ko matou katoa hoki kua rite ki te tangata poke, a ko o matou tika ki te kakahu kua paru: e memenge ana matou katoa ano he rau rakau; kei te hau te rite o o matou kino e kahaki nei i a matou.
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.
Kahore hoki he tangata e karanga ana ki tou ingoa, e whakaoho ana i a ia ki te hopu i a koe: kua huna nei hoki e koe tou mata ki a matou, a kua huna matou e koe na o matou he.
8 Yet, Yahweh, you are our father; we are the clay. You are our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
Na inaianei, e Ihowa, ko koe to matou papa; ko matou te paru, ko koe to matou kaipokepoke; he mahi hoki matou katoa na tou ringa.
9 Be not too angry, Yahweh, nor always call to mind against us our sins. Please look at us all, your people.
Kaua, e Ihowa, e whakanuia rawatia te riri, kaua hoki e mahara tonu ki te kino. Nana, titiro mai ra, he iwi matou katoa nau.
10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness; Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
He koraha kau ou pa tapu, he koraha a Hiona, kua ururuatia a Hiruharama.
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.
Ko to matou whare tapu, ko to matou whare ataahua, ko te wahi i whakamoemiti ai o matou matua ki a koe, kua waiho hei kanga ma te ahi, moti iho a matou mea matenui katoa.
12 How can you still hold back, Yahweh? How can you remain silent and continue to humiliate us?”
Ka whakamanawanui ranei koe, e Ihowa, ki enei mea? ka whakarongo puku ranei koe? ka nui rawa ranei tau whakatupukino i a matou?
