Isaiah 50
1 The Lord seith these thingis, What is this book of forsakyng of youre modir, bi which Y lefte her? ether who is he, to whom Y owe, to whom Y seeld you? For lo! ye ben seeld for youre wickidnessis, and for youre grete trespassis Y lefte youre modir.
Sei na Awurade seɛ: “Wo maame awaregyaeɛ ho adansedie nwoma a megyinaa so gyaa no ɛkwan no wɔ he? Anaa sɛ mʼadefirifoɔ mu hwan na metɔn wo maa noɔ? Wo bɔne enti na wɔtɔn wo; Wʼamumuyɛ enti na wɔpamoo wo maame.
2 For Y cam, and no man was; Y clepide, and noon was that herde. Whether myn hond is abreggid, and maad litil, that Y mai not ayenbie? ether vertu is not in me for to delyuere? Lo! in my blamyng Y schal make the see forsakun, `ether desert, Y schal sette floodis in the drie place; fischis without watir schulen wexe rotun, and schulen dye for thirst.
Mebaeɛ no, adɛn enti na na obiara nni hɔ? Mefrɛeɛ no, adɛn enti na obiara annye soɔ? Na me nsa yɛ tia dodo sɛ ɛbɛgye wo anaa? Menni ahoɔden a mede bɛgye wo anaa? Mede mʼanimka kakra bi ma ɛpo mu nsuo we, medane nsubɔntene anweatam emu mpataa porɔ ɛsiane nsuo a wɔnnya enti na osukɔm kumm wɔn.
3 Y schal clothe heuenes with derknessis, and Y schal sette a sak the hilyng of tho.
Mede esum fira ɔsoro na mema ayitoma yɛ ne nkataho.”
4 The Lord yaf to me a lerned tunge, that Y kunne susteyne hym bi word that failide; erli the fadir reisith, erli he reisith an eere to me, that Y here as a maister.
Asafo Awurade ama me nkyerɛkyerɛ tɛkrɛma sɛ ɛnka asɛm a ɛhyɛ ɔbrɛfoɔ den. Ɔnyane me anɔpa biara, na ɔbue mʼaso ma metie sɛ obi a ɔregye nkyerɛkyerɛ.
5 The Lord God openede an eere to me; forsothe Y ayenseie not, Y yede not abak.
Otumfoɔ Awurade abue mʼaso na menyɛɛ otuatefoɔ; na mensanee mʼakyi.
6 I yaf my bodi to smyteris, and my chekis to pulleris; Y turnede not a wei my face fro men blamynge, and spetynge on me.
Mede mʼakyi maa wɔn a wɔboro me, na mede mʼafono maa wɔn a wɔtutu mʼabɔgyesɛ. Mamfa mʼanim ansie wɔn fɛdie ne ntasuteɛ ho.
7 The Lord God is myn helpere, and therfor Y am not schent; therfor Y haue set my face as a stoon maad hard, and Y woot that Y schal not be schent.
Esiane sɛ, Asafo Awurade boa me enti, wɔrengu mʼanim ase. Enti na mayɛ mʼanim sɛ twerɛboɔ, na menim sɛ mʼanim rengu ase.
8 He is niy, that iustifieth me; who ayenseith me? stonde we togidere. Who is myn aduersarie? neiye he to me.
Deɛ ɔbu me bem no abɛn. Enti hwan na ɔbɛbɔ me kwaadu? Ɔmmra na yɛnhyia mu! Hwan na ɔbɔ me soboɔ? Ma ɔnka nsi mʼanim!
9 Lo! the Lord God is myn helpere; who therfor is he that condempneth me? Lo! alle schulen be defoulid as a cloth, and a mouyte schal ete hem.
Asafo Awurade na ɔboa me. Hwan ne deɛ ɔbɛbu me fɔ? Wɔn nyinaa bɛtete sɛ atadeɛ; nnweweboaa bɛwe wɔn.
10 Who of you dredith the Lord, and herith the vois of his seruaunt? Who yede in dercnessis and liyt is not to hym, hope he in the name of the Lord, and triste he on his God.
Mo mu hwan na ɔsuro Awurade, na ɔdi ne ɔsomfoɔ asɛm so? Ma deɛ ɔnam esum mu, deɛ ɔnni hann no, ɔnnye Awurade din nni na ɔmfa ne ho nto ne Onyankopɔn so.
11 Lo! alle ye kyndlynge fier, and gird with flawmes, go in the liyt of youre fier, and in the flawmes whiche ye han kyndlid to you. This is maad of myn hond to you, ye schulen slepe in sorewis.
Na afei, monhwɛ yie, mo a monante mo ankasa hann mu, mo a mode ogya a mo ankasa asɔ ka mo ho hye, Yei ne deɛ mobɛnya afiri me nsa mu; mobɛhwe ase adeda fam wɔ ɔyea mu.
