Aịzaya 50
1 Otu a ka Onyenwe anyị sịrị, “Olee ebe akwụkwọ m ji gbaa nne unu alụkwaghị m dị bụ nke m ji chụpụ ya? Ma ọ bụ onye nʼime ndị m ji ụgwọ ka m resiri unu? Ọ bụ nʼihi mmehie unu ka e ji ree unu; nʼihi mmebi iwu unu ka e jiri chụọ nne unu.
Thus, saith Yahweh—Where then is the scroll of your mother’s divorce, whom I have put away? Or, which of my creditors, is it to whom I have sold you? Lo! for your iniquities, have ye been sold, And for your transgressions, hath your mother been put away.
2 Gịnị mere o ji bụrụ na o nweghị onye nọ ya mgbe m bịara? Gịnị mere o nweghị onye zara m mgbe m kpọrọ oku? Ọ pụtara na aka m dị mkpụmkpụ ịzọpụta unu? Ọ ga-abụ na m enwekwaghị ike ịzọpụta? Nʼihi na enwere m ike ịbara osimiri mba mee ya ka ọ ghọọ ala akọrọ. Enwere m ike ime ka osimiri ghọrọ ọzara, ka azụ niile dị nʼime ya nwụọ nʼihi enweghị mmiri.
Wherefore, When I came in, was there no one? When I called, was there none to answer? Is mine own hand, really shortened, that it cannot redeem? Or is there not, in me, strength to deliver? Lo! by my rebuke, I dry up the sea I make rivers a desert, Their fish Stinketh, for want of water, Yea dieth, for thirst:
3 Ọ bụ mụ bụ onye ahụ na-eme ka ọchịchịrị kpuchie ihu eluigwe, ka ihu eluigwe dịrị ka ihu onye na-eru ụjụ.”
I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering.
4 Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị enyela m amamihe ya ka m nwee ike ịmata ihe m ga-agwa ndị a ike gwụrụ. Ụtụtụ niile ka ọ na-akpọte mmụọ m, meghee akpa uche m, ime ka m ghọta uche ya.
My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse, —He kept wakening—morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed;
5 Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị emeghela ntị m abụọ, ma enupughị m isi, a tụgharịkwaghị m azụ.
My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, —Away, turned I not:
6 Azụ m ka m megheere ndị tiri m ihe; agba nti m abụọ ka m hapụụrụ ndị hopusiri m afụọnụ m. Ezopụghị m ihu m nʼebe ndị na-akwa emo, na ndị na-agbụ ọnụ mmiri nọ.
My back, gave I to smiters, and My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard, —My face, hid I not from insult and spitting.
7 Ebe ọ bụ na Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị na-enyere m aka, ihere agaghị eme m. Nʼihi ya, ejikerela m onwe m ime uche ya; agaghị m elekwa anya nʼazụ, a maara m na ihere agaghị eme m.
Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore was I not deterred by insult, —Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame.
8 Nʼihi na onye na-agụ m nʼonye ezi omume nọ nso. Onye ga-apụta ibo m ebubo? Ya pụta ka anyị guzo ihu na ihu! Onye nwere ebubo megide m? Ya bịa ka anyị kwuo ya.
At hand, is one who can justify me. Who will contend with me? let, us stand forth together, —Who can accuse me? let him draw near to me!
9 Lee, Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị bụ onye na-enyere m aka. Onye pụrụ ịma m ikpe? Lee, ha niile ga-aka nka dịrị ka uwe, nla ga-erichapụkwa ha.
Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, the moth shall consume them.
10 Onye nʼetiti unu bụ onye ahụ na-atụ egwu Onyenwe anyị, na-egekwa ntị nʼokwu odibo ya? Ka onye ahụ na-eje ije nʼọchịchịrị, nke na-enweghị ìhè ọbụla, tụkwasị obi nʼaha Onyenwe anyị daberekwa na Chineke ha.
Who among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant, —That hath walked in dark places And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God.
11 Ma lee, unu niile ndị na-amụnye ọkụ, ndị meere onwe ha ọwaọkụ, nke unu ji na-ejegharị nʼọchịchịrị, gaanụ nʼihu na-ejegharị nʼìhè ọkụ ahụ unu mụnyeere onwe unu. Ihe unu ga-anata site nʼaka Onyenwe anyị bụ ihe mwute nke ga-abịakwasị unu.
Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts, —Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire. And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.
