Isaiah 38
1 In those days Hezekiah was sick and near death. Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, came to him, and said to him, “Yahweh says, ‘Set your house in order, for you will die, and not live.’”
Nʼoge ahụ, Hezekaya rịara ọrịa ruo na ọ gaara anwụ. Aịzaya onye amụma, nwa Emọz, bịakwutere ya, sị ya, “Otu a ka Onyenwe anyị sịrị: Dozie ezinaụlọ gị, nʼihi na ị ga-anwụ. Ị gaghị esite nʼute ọrịa a bilie.”
2 Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to Yahweh,
Hezekaya tụgharịrị chee ihu ya nʼaja ụlọ kpee ekpere nye Onyenwe anyị sị,
3 and said, “Remember now, Yahweh, I beg you, how I have walked before you in truth and with a perfect heart, and have done that which is good in your sight.” Then Hezekiah wept bitterly.
“Chetakwa, Onyenwe anyị, otu m si jegharịa nʼihu gị nʼikwesị ntụkwasị obi, jiri obi m niile fee gị ofufe, ma meekwa ihe dị mma nʼanya gị.” Hezekaya bekwara akwa nke ukwuu.
4 Then Yahweh’s word came to Isaiah, saying,
Mgbe ahụ, okwu nke Onyenwe anyị rutere Aịzaya,
5 “Go, and tell Hezekiah, ‘Yahweh, the God of David your father, says, “I have heard your prayer. I have seen your tears. Behold, I will add fifteen years to your life.
“Gaa, gwa Hezekaya, sị ‘Otu a ka Onyenwe anyị, bụ Chineke nna gị Devid kwuru, anụla m ekpere gị, ahụkwala m anya mmiri akwa gị. Aga m atụkwasị afọ iri na ise nʼụbọchị ndụ gị.
6 I will deliver you and this city out of the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will defend this city.
Aga m anapụtakwa gị na obodo a site nʼaka eze Asịrịa. Aga m echebe obodo a.
7 This shall be the sign to you from Yahweh, that Yahweh will do this thing that he has spoken.
“‘Nke a bụ ihe ịrịbama site nʼaka Onyenwe anyị nye gị, na Onyenwe anyị ga-emezu ihe a nke o kwere na nkwa.
8 Behold, I will cause the shadow on the sundial, which has gone down on the sundial of Ahaz with the sun, to return backward ten steps.”’” So the sun returned ten steps on the sundial on which it had gone down.
Aga m eme ka anyanwụ laa azụ nzọ ụkwụ iri nʼihe nrigo ụlọ elu Ehaz.’” Ya mere, anyanwụ laghachiri azụ nzọ ụkwụ iri.
9 The writing of Hezekiah king of Judah, when he had been sick, and had recovered of his sickness:
Ederede Hezekaya eze Juda, mgbe ọrịachara ọrịa, nwee ahụ ike:
10 I said, “In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.” (Sheol h7585)
Asịrị m, “Ọ bụ nʼoge m bụ okorobịa ka m ga-agabiga nʼọnụ ụzọ nke ọnwụ, bụrụ onye anapụrụ oge ndụ m nke fọdụrụ afọdụ?” (Sheol h7585)
11 I said, “I won’t see Yah, Yah in the land of the living. I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
Asịrị m, “Ọ dịkwaghị mgbe m ga-ahụ Onyenwe anyị ọzọ nʼala ndị dị ndụ, m gaghị elegidekwa mmadụ ibe m anya ọzọ, maọbụ bie nʼetiti ndị bi nʼime ụwa a.
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
Esila nʼọnọdụ ya bupụ ụlọ m dịka ụlọ ikwu nke onye ọzụzụ atụrụ. Apịakọtala m ndụ m dịka ọkpa akwa si apịakọta akwa o bipụla ndụ site nkwe-akwa, ehihie na nʼabalị, ị mere ka ndụ m gwụsịa.
13 I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
Enwere m ntachiobi chere chi ọbụbọ. Ma dịka ọdụm ka ọ na-agbaji ọkpụkpụ m niile. Ehihie na nʼabalị ka ị na-eme ka ndụ m gwụsịa.
14 I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”
Dịka eleke maọbụ ụgbala ka m na-ebe akwa. Ana m asụ ude dịka nduru na-eru ụjụ. Ike gwụrụ anya m nʼihi ile anya nʼeluigwe. Anọ m nʼọnọdụ mkpagbu, Onyenwe anyị, bịa nyere m aka.”
15 What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.
Ma gịnị ka m ga-ekwu? Ya onwe ya gwara m sị na ọ bụ ya mere nke a. M ga-eji obi umeala gagharịa ụbọchị ndụ m niile nʼihi ihe mwute nke obi m.
16 Lord, men live by these things; and my spirit finds life in all of them. You restore me, and cause me to live.
Onyenwe anyị, ọ bụ nʼihi ihe ndị a ka mmadụ ji adị ndụ. Mmụọ m na-adịkwa ndụ nʼime ha. I nyeghachila m ahụ ike, mee ka m dị ndụ.
17 Behold, for peace I had great anguish, but you have in love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; for you have cast all my sins behind your back.
Nʼezie, ọ bụ nʼihi ọdịmma m, ka m ji taa ahụhụ nke ihe mgbu dị otu a. Nʼịhụnanya gị ka ị zọpụtara m site nʼolulu nke ịla nʼiyi. I werela mmehie m niile wefee nʼazụ gị.
18 For Sheol can’t praise you. Death can’t celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit can’t hope for your truth. (Sheol h7585)
Nʼihi nʼala mmụọ agaghị eto gị, ọnwụ agakwaghị abụku gị abụ otuto. Ndị na-arịda nʼolulu agaghị ele anya ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị. (Sheol h7585)
19 The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do today. The father shall make known your truth to the children.
Ọ bụ ndị dị ndụ, e, naanị ndị dị ndụ ga-eto gị otuto, dị ka m na-eme taa. Ọ bụ otu ọgbọ na-eme ka ọgbọ na-eso ha mata ihe banyere ikwesi ntụkwasị obi gị.
20 Yahweh will save me. Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments all the days of our life in Yahweh’s house.
Onyenwe anyị ga-azọpụta m, anyị ga-abụ abụ kpọọ ụbọ akwara nʼụbọchị niile nke ndụ anyị, nʼime ụlọnsọ ukwu Onyenwe anyị.
21 Now Isaiah had said, “Let them take a cake of figs, and lay it for a poultice on the boil, and he shall recover.”
Aịzaya ekwuolarị sị, “Kwadoonụ mmanụ fiig dị ọkụ tee ya nʼelu etuto ahụ, ahụ ga-adịkwa ya mma.”
22 Hezekiah also had said, “What is the sign that I will go up to Yahweh’s house?”
Hezekaya jụrụ sị, “Gịnị ga-abụ ihe ịrịbama na m ga-aga nʼụlọnsọ ukwu Onyenwe anyị?”
