Isaia 53
1 Nũũ wĩtĩkĩtie ũhoro witũ, nakuo guoko kwa Jehova-rĩ, kũguũrĩirio ũ?
Who believed what we have heard? And, the arm of Yahweh, to whom was it revealed?
2 Nĩgũkorwo ndungata ĩyo yakũrire ĩhaana ta mũtĩ mwĩthĩ, na ta mũri ũmerete kũndũ kũmũ. Ndĩarĩ kĩĩrorerwa o na kana ĩgathakara ũndũ tũngĩaguucĩrĩirio nĩyo, ĩkĩoneka-rĩ, gũtirĩ kĩndũ kĩngĩatũmire tũmĩĩrirĩrie.
When he came up as a sapling before him. And as a root-sprout out of dry ground, He had neither beauty nor majesty, —When we beheld him, there was nothing to behold, that we should desire him;
3 Ndungata ĩyo nĩyanyararirwo na ĩkĩregwo nĩ andũ, aarĩ mũndũ wa kĩeha kĩingĩ na wonete thĩĩna. O ta mũndũ ũrĩa andũ mahithaga mothiũ mao matikamuone-rĩ, aanyararirwo, na ithuĩ tũtiigana kũmũtĩĩa.
Despised was he, and forsaken of men, Man of pains and familiar with sickness, —Yea, like one from whom the face is hidden, Despised, and we esteemed him not.
4 Ti-itherũ nĩwe woire wonje witũ, na agĩkuua kĩeha giitũ; no ithuĩ twatuire nĩkũhũũrwo aahũũrĩtwo nĩ Ngai, akamũgũtha na akamũnyamaria.
Yet surely, our sicknesses, he, carried, And, as for our pains, he bare the burden of them, —But, we, accounted him stricken. Smitten of God and humbled,
5 No rĩrĩ, aatihangirio nĩ ũndũ wa mahĩtia maitũ, o na akĩhehenjwo nĩ ũndũ wa waganu witũ; nakuo kũherithio kũrĩa gwatũmire tũgĩe na thayũ nĩwe waherithirio, na ithuĩ tũhonagio nĩ ũndũ wa nguraro ciake.
Yet, he, was pierced for transgressions that were ours, was crushed for iniquities that were ours, —the chastisement for our well-being, was upon him, And by his stripes, there is healing for us.
6 Ithuothe, nĩtũhĩtĩtie njĩra, tũgaturuura ta ngʼondu ciũrĩte, o mũndũ agathiĩ na njĩra yake mwene; nake Jehova nĩamũigĩrĩire waganu witũ ithuothe.
We all, like sheep, had gone astray, Every man—to his way, had we burned, —And Yahweh! caused to light upon him The guilt of, us all!
7 Nĩahinyĩrĩirio na agĩthĩĩnio, nowe ndaatumũrire kanua gake; aakirire ki o ta ũrĩa gatũrũme gakiraga gagĩthiĩ gũthĩnjwo, na o ta ũrĩa ngʼondu ĩkiraga ki ĩrĩ mbere ya mũmĩenji guoya, noguo o nake ataatumũrire kanua gake.
Hard pressed—yet, he, humbled himself Nor opened his mouth—As, a lamb, to the slaughter, is led, And, as a sheep, before her shearers, is dumb—Nor opened his mouth.
8 Eeheririo na ũndũ wa kũhinyĩrĩrio na gũtuĩrwo ciira ũtarĩ wa kĩhooto. Ha ũhoro wa rũciaro rwake-rĩ, nũũ ũngĩaria ũhoro waruo? Nĩgũkorwo eeheririo kuuma bũrũri wa arĩa matũũraga muoyo; na nĩ ũndũ wa mahĩtia ma andũ akwa nĩkĩo aahũũrirwo.
By constraint and by sentence, was he taken away, And of his age, who considered That he was cut off out of the land of the living, For my people’s transgression, did the stroke fall on him?
9 Rĩrĩa aakuire aigirwo mbĩrĩra-inĩ ya andũ aaganu, o na agĩthikwo mbĩrĩra-inĩ ya andũ arĩa itonga, o na harĩa atekĩte ũndũ mũũru, kana kanua gake gakaaria maheeni.
And, appointed with lawless men, was his grave, And with the wicked, his tomb, —Though no violence, had he done, Nor was guile in his mouth.
10 No rĩrĩ, Jehova nĩonire arĩ wega amũhehenje, na agĩtũma athĩĩnĩke, na rĩrĩa Jehova agaatũma muoyo wake ũtuĩke igongona rĩa mehia-rĩ, nĩakoona rũciaro rwake, na amũingĩhĩrie matukũ make, naguo wendi wa Jehova nĩũkagaacĩra guoko-inĩ gwake.
Yet, Yahweh, purposed to bruise him, He laid on him sickness: —If his soul become an offering for guilt, He shall see a seed, He shall prolong his days, —And the purpose of Yahweh, in his hand, shall prosper:
11 Thuutha wa ngoro yake gũthĩĩnĩka, nĩakoona uumithio wa gũthĩĩnĩka gwake, na aiganĩre; nĩ ũndũ wa ũmenyo wake, ndungata ĩyo yakwa thingu nĩĩgatũma andũ aingĩ matuĩke athingu, na nĩĩgakuua mawaganu mao, ĩmeherie.
Of the travail of his soul, shall he see He shall be satisfied with his knowledge, A setting right when set right himself, shall my Servant win for the Many, Since of their iniquities, he, taketh the burden.
12 Nĩ ũndũ ũcio nĩngamĩgayanĩria igai hamwe na arĩa anene, o na magayane indo cia gũtahwo na andũ arĩa marĩ hinya, tondũ nĩarutire muoyo wake akue, na agĩtaranĩrio na arĩa aagarari watho. Nĩgũkorwo nĩakuuire mehia ma andũ aingĩ, o na arĩa maahĩtĩtie akĩmathaithanĩrĩra.
Therefore, will I give him a portion in the great, And the strong, shall he apportion as spoil, Because he poured out, to death his own soul, And with transgressors, let himself be numbered, —Yea, he, the sin of Many, bare, And for transgressors, interposeth.
