Isaiah 64
1 Oh that you would tear the heavens, that you would come down, that the mountains might quake at your presence—
Inu Yehova, bwanji mukanangongʼamba mlengalenga ndi kutsika pansi, kuti mapiri agwedezeke pamaso panu!
2 as when fire kindles the brushwood, and the fire causes the water to boil. Make your name known to your adversaries, that the nations may tremble at your presence!
Monga momwe moto umatenthera tchire ndiponso kuwiritsa madzi, tsikani kuti adani anu adziwe dzina lanu, ndiponso kuti mitundu ya anthu injenjemere pamaso panu.
3 When you did awesome things which we didn’t look for, you came down, and the mountains quaked at your presence.
Pakuti nthawi ina pamene munatsika munachita zinthu zoopsa zimene sitinaziyembekezere, ndipo mapiri anagwedezeka pamaso panu.
4 For from of old men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, nor has the eye seen a God besides you, who works for him who waits for him.
Chikhalire palibe ndi mmodzi yemwe anamvapo kapena kuona Mulungu wina wonga Inu, amene amachitira zinthu zotere amene amadikira pa Iye.
5 You meet him who rejoices and does righteousness, those who remember you in your ways. Behold, you were angry, and we sinned. We have been in sin for a long time. Shall we be saved?
Inu mumabwera kudzathandiza onse amene amakondwera pochita zolungama, amene amakumbukira njira zanu. Koma Inu munakwiya, ife tinapitiriza kuchimwa. Kodi nanga tingapulumutsidwe bwanji?
6 For we have all become like one who is unclean, and all our righteousness is like a polluted garment. We all fade like a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
Tonsefe takhala ngati anthu amene ndi odetsedwa, ndipo ntchito zathu zili ngati sanza za msambo; tonse tafota ngati tsamba, ndipo machimo athu akutiwuluzira kutali ngati mphepo.
7 There is no one who calls on your name, who stirs himself up to take hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us, and have consumed us by means of our iniquities.
Palibe amene amapemphera kwa Inu kutekeseka kuti apemphe chithandizo kwa Inu; pakuti mwatifulatira ndi kutisiya chifukwa cha machimo athu.
8 But now, LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay and you our potter. We all are the work of your hand.
Komabe, Inu Yehova ndinu Atate athu. Ife ndife chowumba, Inu ndinu wowumba; ife tonse ndi ntchito ya manja anu.
9 Don’t be furious, LORD. Don’t remember iniquity forever. Look and see, we beg you, we are all your people.
Inu Yehova, musatikwiyire kopitirira muyeso musakumbukire machimo athu mpaka muyaya. Chonde, mutiganizire, ife tikupempha, pakuti tonsefe ndi anthu anu.
10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Mizinda yanu yopatulika yasanduka chipululu; ngakhaletu Ziyoni wasanduka chipululu, Yerusalemu ndi wamasiye.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house where our fathers praised you is burned with fire. All our pleasant places are laid waste.
Nyumba yanu yopatulika ndi yaulemu, kumene makolo athu ankakutamandani, yatenthedwa ndi moto ndipo malo onse amene tinkawakonda asanduka bwinja.
12 Will you hold yourself back for these things, LORD? Will you keep silent and punish us very severely?
Inu Yehova, zonse zachitikazi, kodi mungokhala osatithandiza? Kodi mudzapitirizabe kukhala chete ndi kutilangabe mopitirira muyeso?
