Isaiah 58

1 Call with the throat, restrain not, As a trumpet lift up thy voice, And declare to My people their transgression, And to the house of Jacob their sins;

“Monteam denden, monnnyae. Momma mo nne so sɛ totorobɛnto. Mompae mu nka me nkurɔfoɔ atuateɛ nkyerɛ wɔn na monka Yakob efie nso nnebɔne nkyerɛ no.

2 Seeing — Me day by day they seek, And the knowledge of My ways they desire, As a nation that righteousness hath done, And the judgment of its God hath not forsaken, They ask of me judgments of righteousness, The drawing near of God they desire:

Ɛda biara da wɔhwehwɛ me; ayɛ sɛ wɔpere sɛ wɔbɛhunu mʼakwan, te sɛ wɔyɛ ɔman a wɔyɛ deɛ ɛtene na wɔmpoo wɔn Onyankopɔn ahyɛdeɛ. Wɔbisa me hɔ asɛntenenee na ayɛ sɛ wɔpɛ sɛ Onyankopɔn bɛn wɔn.

3 'Why have we fasted, and Thou hast not seen? We have afflicted our soul, and Thou knowest not.' Lo, in the day of your fast ye find pleasure, And all your labours ye exact.

Wɔka sɛ, ‘Adɛn enti na yɛadi mmuada na woanhunu yi? Adɛn enti na yɛabrɛ yɛn ho ase, na woanhwɛ yi?’ “Nanso mo abuada da no, moyɛ deɛ mopɛ na mosisi mo adwumayɛfoɔ nyinaa.

4 Lo, for strife and debate ye fast, And to smite with the fist of wickedness, Ye fast not as [to] -day, To sound in the high place your voice.

Ntɔkwa ne akasakasa na mode wie mo abuadadie, ne akuturuku a mode bobɔ mo ho. Morentumi nni mmuada sɛdeɛ moyɛ no ɛnnɛ yi na moahwɛ anim sɛ wɔbɛte mo nne wɔ soro.

5 Like this is the fast that I choose? The day of a man's afflicting his soul? To bow as a reed his head, And sackcloth and ashes spread out? This dost thou call a fast, And a desirable day — to Jehovah?

Yei ne mmuadadie a mepɛ anaa? Ɛda koro pɛ a onipa de brɛ ne ho ase no anaa? Ɛne sɛ obi si ne tiri ase te sɛ demmire na ɔtena ayitoma so ne nsõ mu nko ara anaa? Yei na mofrɛ no abuadadie yi, ɛda a ɛsɔ Awurade ani yi ni anaa?

6 Is not this the fast that I chose — To loose the bands of wickedness, To shake off the burdens of the yoke, And to send out the oppressed free, And every yoke ye draw off?

“Saa mmuadadie yi na mepɛ: sɛ mobɛyiyi ntɛnkyea nkɔnsɔnkɔnsɔn na moasane kɔnnua nhoma, sɛ mobɛgyaa wɔn a wɔhyɛ wɔn so na moabubu kɔnnua biara.

7 Is it not to deal to the hungry thy bread, And the mourning poor bring home, That thou seest the naked and cover him, And from thine own flesh hide not thyself?

Ɛsɛ sɛ mo ne wɔn a ɛkɔm de wɔn kyɛ mo aduane na moma ohiani a ɔnenam no baabi tena. Sɛ mohunu deɛ ɔda adagya a, momfira no ntoma na monnyi mo ani mfiri mo yɔnko onipa so.

8 Then broken up as the dawn is thy light, And thy health in haste springeth up, Gone before thee hath thy righteousness, The honour of Jehovah doth gather thee.

Ɛno na mo hann bɛpue te sɛ ahemadakye, na mo ayaresa aba ntɛm so; afei mo tenenee bɛdi mo anim, na Awurade animuonyam bɛbɔ mo kyidɔm.

9 Then thou callest, and Jehovah answereth, Thou criest, and He saith, 'Behold Me.' If thou turn aside from thy midst the yoke, The sending forth of the finger, And the speaking of vanity,

Afei mobɛfrɛ, na Awurade bɛgye mo so; mobɛteam apɛ mmoa, na ɔbɛka sɛ: Me nie. “Sɛ moyi nhyɛsoɔ kɔnnua, nsa a motene wɔ onipa so ne ntwatoso firi hɔ,

10 And dost bring out to the hungry thy soul, And the afflicted soul dost satisfy, Then risen in the darkness hath thy light, And thy thick darkness [is] as noon.

na sɛ moha mo ho ma wɔn a ɛkɔm de wɔn na moma wɔn a wɔhyɛ wɔn so no deɛ ɛhia wɔn a, ɛnneɛ mo nkanea bɛhyerɛn wɔ esum mu, na mo anadwo bɛyɛ sɛ owigyinaeɛ.

11 And Jehovah doth lead thee continually, And hath satisfied in drought thy soul, And thy bones He armeth, And thou hast been as a watered garden, And as an outlet of waters, whose waters lie not.

Awurade bɛkyerɛ mo ɛkwan ɛberɛ biara; ɔbɛma mo deɛ ɛhia mo wɔ asase wesee so na ɔbɛhyɛ mo onipadua den. Mobɛyɛ sɛ turo a wɔgugu so nsuo yie, sɛ asuwa a emu nsuo nwe da.

12 And they have built out of thee the wastes of old, The foundations of many generations thou raisest up, And one calleth thee, 'Repairer of the breach, Restorer of paths to rest in.'

Mo nkurɔfoɔ bɛsane asi teteete mmubuiɛ no, na wɔato fapem a akyɛre no; wɔbɛfrɛ mo Deɛ Ɔsiesie Afasuo a Abubu no, Deɛ Ɔsiesie Adan a Abubu.

13 If thou dost turn from the sabbath thy foot, Doing thine own pleasure on My holy day, And hast cried to the sabbath, 'A delight,' To the holy of Jehovah, 'Honoured,' And hast honoured it, without doing thine own ways, Without finding thine own pleasure, And speaking a word.

“Sɛ mohwɛ mo anammɔntuo so yie Homeda na moannyɛ deɛ mopɛ wɔ me da kronkron no, sɛ mofrɛ Homeda no anigyeɛ da na modi Awurade da kronkron no ni na moamfa mo ara mo akwan so na moanyɛ deɛ mopɛ anaa moanka nsɛmhunu a,

14 Then dost thou delight thyself on Jehovah, And I have caused thee to ride on high places of earth, And have caused thee to eat the inheritance of Jacob thy father, For the mouth of Jehovah hath spoken!

ɛnneɛ mobɛnya anigyeɛ wɔ Awurade mu na mɛma mo anante asase no sorɔnsorɔmmea so na moato pon wɔ mo agya Yakob agyapadeɛ so.” Awurade na aka.