Isaaya 53
1 Ani akkiriza ebigambo byaffe, era ani abikkuliddwa omukono gwa Mukama?
Who believed what we have heard? And, the arm of Yahweh, to whom was it revealed?
2 Kubanga yakulira mu maaso ga Mukama ng’ekisimbe ekigonvu era ng’omulandira oguva mu ttaka ekkalu. Teyalina kitiibwa wadde obulungi obutusikiriza tulage gy’ali; tewaali kalungi mu ye katumwegombesa.
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 Yanyoomebwa n’agaanibwa abantu; omuntu eyagumira ennaku n’obuyinike. Tetwayagala na kumutunulako, ng’omuntu gwe wandikubye amabega ng’ayitawo, bwe twamunyooma ne tutamuyitamu ka buntu.
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 Mazima ddala yeetikka obuyinike bwaffe, n’atwala ennaku yaffe, obulumi obwanditulumye bwe bwamunyiga. Ate nga twalowooza nti okubonaabona kwe kyali kibonerezo okuva eri Katonda.
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 Naye yafumitibwa olw’okusobya kwaffe. Yabetentebwa olw’obutali butuukirivu bwaffe. Yeetikka ekibonerezo ffe tusobole okubeera n’emirembe. Ebiwundu bye, bye bituwonya.
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 Ffenna twawaba ng’endiga; buli omu ku ffe n’akwata ekkubo lye; Mukama n’amuteekako obutali butuukirivu bwaffe ffenna.
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 Yanyigirizibwa era n’obonyaabonyezebwa naye talina kye yanyega, yali ng’omwana gw’endiga ogutwalibwa okuttibwa, era ng’endiga bwesirika obusirisi mu maaso g’abo abagisalako ebyoya bwesirika, bw’atyo bwe yasirika.
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 Mu kunyigirizibwa n’okusalirwa omusango yatwalibwa. Ani amanyi ku bye zadde lye? Yaggyibwa mu nsi y’abalamu, ng’akubiddwa olw’okusobya kw’abantu, bange.
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 Ne bamussa mu ntaana n’abakozi b’ebibi, n’aziikibwa n’abagagga mu kufa kwe, newaakubadde nga teyazza musango wadde akamwa ke okwogera eby’obulimba.
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 Songa ate yali nteekateeka ya Mukama okumubetenta, era n’okumuleetera okubonaabona. Naye wadde nga Mukama yafuula obulamu bwe, okuba ekiweebwayo olw’ekibi, aliraba ezzadde, era obulamu bwe bulyongerwako, n’ebyo Mukama by’asiima biriraba omukisa mu mukono gwe.
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 Oluvannyuma lw’okubonaabona kw’obulamu bwe, bw’aliraba ku ebyo ebiva mu kubonaabona kwe, omutima gwe gulitereera. Era olw’ebyo bye yayitamu omuweereza wange omutuukirivu alireetera bangi okubalirwa obutuukirivu; era alyetikka obutali butuukirivu bwabwe.
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 Kyendiva mmuwa ekifo eky’ekitiibwa mu bangi, era aligabira bangi omunyago kubanga yafuka obulamu bwe okutuusa okufa, n’abalirwa wamu n’abakozi b’ebibi. Era yeetikka ebibi by’abangi era ne yeegayiririra abakozi b’ebibi.
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.
