Isaiah 64
1 Didst Thou not rend the heavens? Thou didst come down, From thy presence did mountains flow,
Ehe te ho riate’o o likerañeo, hizotsoa’o mb’etoa, naho hiezeñezeñe añ’atrefa’o eo o vohitseo,
2 (As fire kindleth stubble — Fire causeth water to boil, ) To make known Thy name to Thine adversaries, From Thy presence do nations tremble.
Manahake ty famorototoan’ afo o rongoñeo, ty afo mampitroatroake rano. Hampaharofoanañe o malaiñ’Azoo ty tahina’o, hihondrahondra’ o kilakila’ ndatio ami’ty fiatrefa’o,
3 In Thy doing fearful things — we expect not, Thou didst come down, From Thy presence did mountains flow.
Ie nanoa’o raha tsitantane tsy nipaia’ay —Ehe te hizotso irehe, te hiozoñozoñe o haboañeo ami’ty fiatrefa’o!—
4 Even from antiquity [men] have not heard, They have not given ear, Eye hath not seen a God save Thee, He doth work for those waiting for Him.
ie tsy jinanji’ ondatio taolo, tsy napotan-dravembia tsy nioni-pihaino, t’i Andrianañahare naho tsy Ihe, Ie mitoloñe ho a o mandiñe Azeo.
5 Thou hast met with the rejoicer And the doer of righteousness, In Thy ways they remember Thee, Lo, Thou hast been wroth when we sin, By them [is] continuance, and we are saved.
Fitilihe’o ty mitolon-kavantañañe an-kaehake, o mahatiahy Azo amo lala’oo —eka, mifombo irehe te mandilatse zahay. Fe ami’ty fiatoa’ay amo lala’o haehaeo ro hahazoa’ay rombake.
6 And we are as unclean — all of us, And as a garment passing away, all our righteous acts; And we fade as a leaf — all of us. And our iniquities as wind do take us away.
Songa ninjare hoe ondaty tiva zahay, sindre hoe tsirodea maleotse ty havantaña’ay; miheatse manahake ty raveñe, vaho maniotsiotse anay añe hoe i tiokey o hakeo’aio.
7 And there is none calling in Thy name, Stirring up himself to lay hold on Thee, For Thou hast hid Thy face from us, And thou meltest us away by our iniquities.
Leo raike tsy mikanjy ty tahina’o, ty mitrobo vatañe handrambe Azo; fa naeta’o ama’ay ty lahara’o, vaho nagedra’o ty amo tahi’aio.
8 And now, O Jehovah, thou [art] our Father, We [are] the clay, and Thou our Framer, And the work of Thy hand — all of us.
Hoke, ry Iehovà, Ihe ro Rae’ay; zahay ro lietse, Ihe ro mpitoloñe anay, Ie songa satam-pità’o.
9 Be not wroth, O Jehovah, very sore, Nor for ever remember iniquity, Lo, look attentively, we beseech Thee, Thy people [are] we all.
Ko loho viñetse ry Iehovà, vaho ko mahatiahy hakeo nainai’e; heheke, vazohò henaneo, te hene ondati’o zahay.
10 Thy holy cities have been a wilderness, Zion a wilderness hath been, Jerusalem a desolation.
Fa nanjare ratraratra o rova’o miavakeo, fatrambey ty Tsione, mangoakoake t’Ierosalaime.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, Where praise Thee did our fathers, Hath become burnt with fire, And all our desirable things have become a waste.
I anjomba’ay miavake naho fanjakay, i nitalahoan-droae’aiy, le fa finorototo’ ty afo; vaho fonga navatambia ho forompotse o raha soa’aio.
12 For these dost Thou refrain Thyself, Jehovah? Thou art silent, and dost afflict us very sore!'
Mbe hifoneña’o hao ry Iehovà ty amy raha rezay? hianjiñe hao irehe hampalovilovy anay an-tìñake.
