Isaiah 64
1 I wolde that thou brakist heuenes, and camest doun, that hillis fletiden awei fro thi face,
O, da razdreš nebesa i siđeš, da ime svoje objaviš neprijateljima: pred licem tvojim tresla bi se brda, pred tobom bi drhtali narodi,
2 and failiden as brennyng of fier, and brente in fier; that thi name were made knowun to thin enemyes, and folkis weren disturblid of thi face.
kao kad oganj suho granje zapali i vatra vodu zakuha!
3 Whanne thou schalt do merueils, we schulen not abide. Thou camest doun, and hillis fletiden awei fro thi face.
Čineć' djela strahotna, neočekivana, silazio si i brda su se tresla pred tobom!
4 Fro the world thei herden not, nethir perseyueden with eeris; God, non iye siy, withouten thee, what thingis thou hast maad redi to hem that abiden thee.
Odvijeka se čulo nije, uho nijedno nije slušalo, oko nijedno nije vidjelo, da bi koji bog, osim tebe, takvo što činio onima koji se uzdaju u njega.
5 Thou mettist hym that is glad, and doith riytfulnesse; in thi weies thei schulen bithenke on thee. Lo! thou art wrooth, and we synneden; in tho synnes we weren euere, and we schulen be saued.
Pomažeš onima što pravdu čine radosno i tebe se spominju na putima tvojim; razgnjevismo te, griješismo, od tebe se odmetnusmo.
6 And alle we ben maad as an vncleene man; alle oure riytfulnessis ben as the cloth of a womman in vncleene blood; and alle we fellen doun as a leef, and our wickidnessis as wynd han take awei vs.
Tako svi postasmo nečisti, a sva pravda naša k'o haljine okaljane. Svi mi k'o lišće otpadosmo i opačine naše k'o vjetar nas odnose.
7 Noon is, that clepith thi name to help, that risith, and holdith thee; thou hast hid thi face fro vs, and thou hast hurtlid doun vs in the hond of oure wickidnesse.
Nikog nema da tvoje ime prizove, da se probudi i osloni o tebe. Jer lice si svoje od nas sakrio i predao nas u ruke zločinima našim.
8 And now, Lord, thou art oure fadir; forsothe we ben cley, and thou art oure maker, and alle we ben the werkis of thin hondis.
Pa ipak, naš si otac, o Jahve: mi smo glina, a ti si naš lončar - svi smo mi djelo ruku tvojih.
9 Lord, be thou not wrooth ynow, and haue thou no more mynde on oure wickidnesse. Lo! Lord, biholde thou, alle we ben thi puple.
Ne srdi se, Jahve, odveć žestoko, ne spominji se bez prestanka naše krivice. De pogledaj - tÓa svi smo mi narod tvoj!
10 The citee of thi seyntuarie is forsakun, Sion is maad deseert, Jerusalem is desolat;
Opustješe sveti gradovi tvoji, Sion pustinja posta, i pustoš Jeruzalem.
11 the hous of oure halewyng and of oure glorie, where oure fadris herieden thee, is maad in to brennyng of fier; and alle oure desirable thingis ben turned in to fallyngis.
Dom, svetinja naša i ponos naš, u kom te oci naši slavljahu, ognjem izgori i sve su nam dragocjenosti opljačkane.
12 Lord, whether on these thingis thou schalt witholde thee? schalt thou be stille, and schalt thou turmente vs greetli?
Zar ćeš se na sve to, Jahve, sustezati, zar ćeš šutjet' i ponižavati nas odveć žestoko?
