Isaiah 47
1 Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, 'O tender and delicate one.'
“Ɖi ɖe anyi nànɔ ke me, wò Babilonia ƒe vinyɔnu si menya ŋutsu o. Wò Babiloniatɔwo ƒe vinyɔnu, nɔ anyi ɖe anyigba, menye ɖe fiazikpui dzi o. Womagayɔ wò be lɔlɔ̃vi alo ame si woalé be na o.
2 Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove thy veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.
Yi te dzi nàtu wɔ. Ɖe wò motsyɔvɔ da ɖi. Klo wò avɔ ɖe dzi. Na wò afɔwo nadze, eye nàtso tɔwo.
3 Revealed is thy nakedness, yea, seen is thy reproach, Vengeance I take, and I meet not a man.
Woaɖe amama wò, eye woaklo nu le wò ŋukpeƒe dzi. Mabia hlɔ̃, eye nyemaɖe ame aɖeke le eme o.”
4 Our redeemer [is] Jehovah of Hosts, His name [is] the Holy One of Israel.
Miaƒe Ɖelae nye Israel ƒe Kɔkɔetɔ la. Yehowa, Dziƒoʋakɔwo ƒe Aƒetɔe nye eŋkɔ.
5 Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, 'Mistress of kingdoms.'
“Babiloniatɔwo ƒe vinyɔnu nɔ anyi le ɖoɖoezizi me. Yi ɖe blukɔ me. Womagayɔ wò be, Fiaɖuƒewo ƒe fianyɔnu o.
6 I have been wroth against My people, I have polluted Mine inheritance And I give them into thy hand, Thou hast not appointed for them mercies, On the aged thou hast made thy yoke very heavy,
Medo dziku ɖe nye amewo ŋuti, eye medo gu nye domenyinu. Metsɔ wo de asi na wò, eye mekpɔ nublanui na wo o. Ètsɔ kɔkuti kpekpe da ɖe ametsitsi belibeliwo gɔ̃ hã dzi.
7 And thou sayest, 'To the age I am mistress,' While thou hast not laid these things to thy heart, Thou hast not remembered the latter end of it.
Ègblɔ be, ‘Nye la, mayi edzi tegbee. Manye fianyɔnu yi ɖe mavɔ me!’ Ke mèbu nu siawo ŋu alo de ŋugble le nu si ava dzɔ la ŋu o.
8 And now, hear this, O luxurious one, Who is sitting confidently — Who is saying in her heart, 'I [am], and none else, I sit not a widow, nor know bereavement.'
“Ke azɔ la, ɖo to afii. Wò nugblẽla vloe si ɖe dzi ɖi blewu le wò dedinɔnɔ me, eye nègblɔ na ɖokuiwò be, ‘Nye koe, mawu aɖeke megali kpe ɖe ŋunye o. Nyemanye ahosi alo ana vinyewo natsrɔ̃ o.’
9 And come in to thee do these two things, In a moment, in one day, childlessness and widowhood, According to their perfection they have come upon thee, In the multitude of thy sorceries, In the exceeding might of thy charms.
Esiawo kple evea katã ava dziwò le aɖabaƒoƒo ɖeka me le ŋkeke ɖeka dzi. Viwòwo atsrɔ̃, eye nàzu ahosi. Wo katã woava dziwò pɛpɛpɛ togbɔ be afakalawo kple gbesa sesẽ geɖewo le asiwò hã.
10 And thou art confident in thy wickedness, Thou hast said, 'There is none seeing me,' Thy wisdom and thy knowledge, It is turning thee back, And thou sayest in thy heart, 'I [am], and none else.'
Èka ɖe wò vɔ̃ɖivɔ̃ɖitɔnyenye dzi hegblɔ be, ‘Ame aɖeke mekpɔam o.’ Wò nunya kple gɔmesese ble wò nègblɔ na ɖokuiwò be, ‘Nye koe, mawu aɖeke megali kpe ɖe ŋunye o.’
11 And come in on thee hath evil, Thou knowest not its rising, And fall on thee doth mischief, Thou art not able to pacify it, And come on thee suddenly doth desolation, Thou knowest not.
Gbegblẽ aƒo ɖe dziwò, eye mànya ale si nàwɔ asa gbe adee wòadzo o. Dzɔgbevɔ̃e adzɔ ɖe dziwò, esi màte ŋu aɖe ɖa kple awɔbanu o. Tsɔtsrɔ̃ si mèle mɔ kpɔm na o la, aƒo ɖe dziwò kpoyi.
12 Stand, I pray thee, in thy charms, And in the multitude of thy sorceries, In which thou hast laboured from thy youth, It may be thou art able to profit, It may be thou dost terrify!
“Eya ta yi wò amlimagbesawo, wò nukakawo dzi, esiwo me nèƒo ɖokuiwò ɖo tso wò ɖevime ke. Ɖewohĩ akpɔ dzidzedze, ɖewohĩ ahe ŋɔdzi vɛ.
13 Thou hast been wearied in the multitude of thy counsels, Stand up, I pray thee, and save thee, Let the charmers of the heavens, Those looking on the stars, Those teaching concerning the months, From those things that come on thee!
Aɖaŋudede gbogbo siwo katã nèxɔ la, ɖeko wona nègbɔdzɔ! Na wò ɣletivimenunyalawo nava. Ame siwo léa ŋku ɖe ɣletiviwo ŋu hegblɔa nya ɖi dzinu sia dzinu la, na ne woaɖe wò tso nu siwo gbɔna dzɔdzɔ ge ɖe dziwò la me.
14 Lo, they have been as stubble! Fire hath burned them, They deliver not themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.
Vavãe wole abe atitakpo ƒuƒu ene. Dzo afia wo katã. Womate ŋu aɖe wo ɖokui gɔ̃ hã tso dzo ƒe aɖewo me o. Afi sia dzoka xɔxɔwo meli ame aɖeke naƒu o. Afi sia womedo dzo ɖi, ame aɖeke naƒu o.
15 So have they been to thee with whom thou hast laboured, Thy merchants from thy youth, Each to his passage they have wandered, Thy saviour is not!
Ame siwo nèwɔ dɔ sesẽwo kpli, eye nèzɔ mɔ geɖewo kpli wo tso wò ɖevime ke la, esia koe nye nu si woate ŋu awɔ na wò. Ɖe sia ɖe lé eƒe mɔ tsɔ le vodada me, eye ɖeka hɔ̃ɔ hã meli si aɖe wò o.”
