Yesaia 50
1 Sɛɛ na Awurade se: “Ɛhe na awaregyae ho adansedi nhoma, nea migyinaa so gyaa no kwan no wɔ? Anaa sɛ mʼadefirifo mu hena na metɔn wo maa no? Wo bɔne nti na wɔtɔn wo; Wʼamumɔyɛ nti na wɔpam wo na.
The Lord seith these thingis, What is this book of forsakyng of youre modir, bi which Y lefte her? ether who is he, to whom Y owe, to whom Y seeld you? For lo! ye ben seeld for youre wickidnessis, and for youre grete trespassis Y lefte youre modir.
2 Mebae no, adɛn nti na na obiara nni hɔ? Mefrɛe no, adɛn nti na obiara annye so? Na me nsa yɛ tia dodo sɛ ebegye wo ana? Minni ahoɔden a mede begye wo ana? Mede mʼanimka kɛkɛ no ma po yow, medan nsubɔnten nweatam mu mpataa porɔw esiane nsu a wonnya nti na osukɔm kum wɔn.
For Y cam, and no man was; Y clepide, and noon was that herde. Whether myn hond is abreggid, and maad litil, that Y mai not ayenbie? ether vertu is not in me for to delyuere? Lo! in my blamyng Y schal make the see forsakun, `ether desert, Y schal sette floodis in the drie place; fischis without watir schulen wexe rotun, and schulen dye for thirst.
3 Mede sum fura ɔsoro na mema atweaatam yɛ ne nkataho.”
Y schal clothe heuenes with derknessis, and Y schal sette a sak the hilyng of tho.
4 Asafo Awurade ama me nkyerɛkyerɛ tɛkrɛma sɛ ɛnka asɛm a ɛhyɛ ɔbrɛfo den. Onyan me anɔpa biara, na obue mʼaso ma mitie sɛ obi a ɔregye nkyerɛkyerɛ.
The Lord yaf to me a lerned tunge, that Y kunne susteyne hym bi word that failide; erli the fadir reisith, erli he reisith an eere to me, that Y here as a maister.
5 Otumfo Awurade abue mʼaso na menyɛɛ otuatewfo ɛ; na mensan mʼakyi ɛ.
The Lord God openede an eere to me; forsothe Y ayenseie not, Y yede not abak.
6 Mede mʼakyi maa wɔn a wɔboro me, ne mʼafono maa wɔn a wotutu mʼabogyesɛ. Mamfa mʼanim anhintaw wɔn fɛwdi ne ntasu ho.
I yaf my bodi to smyteris, and my chekis to pulleris; Y turnede not a wei my face fro men blamynge, and spetynge on me.
7 Esiane sɛ, Asafo Awurade boa me nti, wɔrengu mʼanim ase. Enti na mayɛ mʼanim sɛ ɔtwɛrebo, na minim sɛ mʼanim rengu ase.
The Lord God is myn helpere, and therfor Y am not schent; therfor Y haue set my face as a stoon maad hard, and Y woot that Y schal not be schent.
8 Nea obu me bem no abɛn. Enti hena na ɔbɛbɔ me kwaadu? Ɔmma yenhyia mu! Hena na ɔbɔ me sobo? Ma ɔnka nsi mʼanim!
He is niy, that iustifieth me; who ayenseith me? stonde we togidere. Who is myn aduersarie? neiye he to me.
9 Asafo Awurade na ɔboa me. Hena ne nea obebu me fɔ? Wɔn nyinaa bɛtetew sɛ atade; nnwewemmoa bɛwe wɔn.
Lo! the Lord God is myn helpere; who therfor is he that condempneth me? Lo! alle schulen be defoulid as a cloth, and a mouyte schal ete hem.
10 Mo mu hena na osuro Awurade, na odi ne somfo asɛm so? Ma nea ɔnam sum mu nea onni hann no, onnye Awurade din nni na ɔmfa ne ho nto ne Nyankopɔn so.
Who of you dredith the Lord, and herith the vois of his seruaunt? Who yede in dercnessis and liyt is not to hym, hope he in the name of the Lord, and triste he on his God.
11 Na afei, mo a mososɔ ogya nyinaa na moyɛ ogyatɛn ma mo ho, monkɔ, nkɔnantew mo gya hann no, ne ogyatɛn a wɔasɔ ano no mu. Eyi ne nea mubenya afi me nsa mu; mobɛdeda fam wɔ ɔyaw mu.
Lo! alle ye kyndlynge fier, and gird with flawmes, go in the liyt of youre fier, and in the flawmes whiche ye han kyndlid to you. This is maad of myn hond to you, ye schulen slepe in sorewis.
