Yesaia 32
1 Hwɛ, ɔhene bi bedi hene wɔ trenee mu na ahemfo de atɛntrenee adi nnipa so.
Lo, for righteousness doth a king reign, As to princes, for judgment they rule.
2 Onipa biara bɛyɛ mframa ano hintabea ne ahum mu guankɔbea, ɔbɛyɛ sɛ nsuwansuwa a ɛwɔ nweatam so ne ɔbotan kɛse sunsuma a ɛwɔ osukɔm asase so.
And each hath been as a hiding-place [from] wind, And as a secret hiding-place [from] inundation, As rivulets of waters in a dry place, As a shadow of a heavy rock in a weary land.
3 Wɔn a wohu no ani renkata bio, na wɔn a wɔte asɛm no aso betie.
And not dazzled are the eyes of beholders, And the ears of hearers do attend.
4 Nea ɔyɛ adwene mu hare behu na wate ase, wɔn a wɔpo dodow bɛkasa na mu ada hɔ.
And the heart of those hastened Understandeth to know, And the tongue of stammerers hasteth to speak clearly.
5 Wɔremfrɛ ɔkwasea sɛ onuonyamfo bio na wɔremfa nidi mma apapahwekwa.
A fool is no more called 'noble,' And to a miser it is not said, 'rich;'
6 Ɔkwasea ka nkwaseasɛm na osusuw bɔne ho: ɔyɛ anyame apɛde ɔka Awurade ho nsɛm a enye; ɔmma nea ɔkɔm de no no aduan ɔde nsu kame nea osukɔm de no.
For a fool speaketh folly, And his heart doth iniquity, to do profanity, And to speak concerning Jehovah error, To empty the soul of the hungry, Yea, drink of the thirsty he causeth to lack.
7 Apapahwekwa akwan yɛ amumɔyɛ, ɔyɛ bɔne ho nhyehyɛe de atoro sɛe ohiani, wɔ bere a ohiani asɛm yɛ nokware mpo.
And the miser — his instruments [are] evil, He hath counselled wicked devices, To corrupt the poor with lying sayings, Even when the needy speaketh justly.
8 Nanso onuonyamfo yɛ nhyehyɛe a ɛho wɔ nyam na nneyɛe pa no nti ɔda nsow.
And the noble counselled noble things, And he for noble things riseth up.
9 Mo mmea a mugye mo ho di, monsɔre na muntie me; mo mmabea a mususuw sɛ mowɔ bammɔ monyɛ aso mma nea mewɔ ka!
Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear [to] my saying,
10 Afe akyi nna kakra bi no mo a mugye di sɛ mowɔ bammɔ ho bɛpopo; bobe twabere no bedi mo huammɔ, nnuaba no twabere nso remma.
Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.
11 Mo ho mpopo, mo mmea a mugye mo ho di mommɔ hu, mo mmabea a mugye di sɛ mowɔ bammɔ! Mompa mo ho ntama na momfa atweaatam mmɔ mo asen.
Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins,
12 Mommobɔ mo koko so sɛ mowɔ mfuw afɛfɛ ne bobe a ɛso no nti,
For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
13 ne me nkurɔfo asase, asase a nsɔe ne nnɛnkyɛnse agye afa. Yiw, montwa adwo mma afi a wogye wɔn ani wɔ mu ne saa ahosɛpɛw kuropɔn yi.
Over the ground of my people thorn — brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
14 Wobegyaw aban no hɔ, na gyegyeegye kuropɔn no ada mpan; abanwa ne ɔwɛn aban bɛdan asasehunu afebɔɔ, nea mfurum pɛ ne nguankuw didibea,
Surely the palace hath been left, The multitude of the city forsaken, Fort and watch-tower hath been for dens unto the age, A joy of wild asses — a pasture of herds;
15 kosi sɛ wobehwie honhom afi ɔsoro agu yɛn so, na nweatam bɛdan asasebere na asasebere ayɛ sɛ kwae.
Till emptied out on us is the Spirit from on high, And a wilderness hath become a fruitful field, And the fruitful field for a forest is reckoned.
16 Trenee bɛtena nweatam so na adetreneeyɛ atena asasebere so.
And dwelt in the wilderness hath judgment, And righteousness in the fruitful field remaineth.
17 Adetreneeyɛ bɛsow asomdwoe aba; nea adetreneeyɛ de ba no bɛyɛ kommyɛ ne ahotoso a enni awiei.
And a work of the righteousness hath been peace, And a service of the righteousness — Keeping quiet and confidence unto the age.
18 Me nkurɔfo bɛtenatena mmeae a asomdwoe wɔ afi a wɔabɔ ho ban homebea a ɔhaw biara nni hɔ.
And dwelt hath My people in a peaceful habitation, And in stedfast tabernacles, And in quiet resting-places.
19 Mpo sɛ mparuwbo sɛe kwae no na kuropɔn no sɛe koraa a,
And it hath hailed in the going down of the forest, And in the valley is the city low.
20 wobehyira wo, wubedua wʼaba wɔ nsuwa biara ho, na wama wʼanantwi ne wo mfurum anantew baabiara.
Happy [are] ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the foot of the ox and the ass!
