Yesaia 47

1 “Siane kɔ, tena mfuturo mu, Ɔbabaa bunu Babilonia; tena fam. Worentena ahennwa so bio, Ɔbabaa Babiloniafoɔ. Wɔremfrɛ wo bio sɛ, ɔbaabereɛ a wɔkorɔkorɔ no bio.

“Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For they no longer cry to you, O tender and delicate one.

2 Fa owiyammoɔ na yam esiam; yi wo nkatanimu no. Pagya wʼatadeɛ kɔ soro, na wo nan ho ngu hɔ, na fa nsuwansuwa no mu.

Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove your veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.

3 Wʼadagya bɛda adi na wʼanimguaseɛ so renkata. Mɛtɔ were; memfa obiara ho nkyɛ no.”

Your nakedness is revealed, indeed, your reproach is seen, I take vengeance, and I do not meet a man.”

4 Yɛn Gyefoɔ, Asafo Awurade ne ne din, ɔno ne Israel Kronkronni.

Our redeemer [is] YHWH of Hosts, His Name [is] the Holy One of Israel.

5 “Tena ase dinn, kɔhyɛ esum mu, Ɔbabaa Babilonia; wɔremfrɛ wo bio sɛ ahennie ahodoɔ so hemaa.

“Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For they no longer cry to you, Mistress of kingdoms.

6 Me bo fuu me nkurɔfoɔ, na meguu mʼagyapadeɛ ho fi; mede wɔn hyɛɛ wo nsa, na woanhunu wɔn mmɔbɔ. Nkɔkoraa koraa mpo wosoaa wɔn kɔnnua duruduru.

I have been angry against My people, I have defiled My inheritance And I give them into your hand, You have not appointed mercies for them, You have made your yoke very heavy on the aged,

7 Wokaa sɛ, ‘Mɛkɔ so daa, ayɛ ɔhemmaa afebɔɔ.’ Nanso woannwene saa nneɛma yi ho na woansusu deɛ ɛbɛtumi asie ho.

And you say, I am mistress for all time, While you have not laid these things to your heart, You have not remembered the latter end of it.

8 “Afei tie, wo odwamanfoɔ, woredwodwo wo ho wɔ wo banbɔ mu na woka kyerɛ wo ho sɛ, ‘me ne no, na obiara nni hɔ sɛ me. Merenyɛ okunafoɔ da na merenni abawuo.’

And now, hear this, O luxurious one, Who is sitting confidently—Who is saying in her heart, I [am], and none else, I do not sit [as] a widow, nor know bereavement.

9 Saa nneɛma mmienu yi bɛto wo prɛko pɛ, dakoro pɛ: abawuo ne kunayɛ. Saa nneɛma yi bɛba wo so pa ara, wʼabayisɛm bebrebe yi ne ntafowayie a emu yɛ den nyinaa akyi.

And these two things come to you, In a moment, in one day: childlessness and widowhood, They have come on you according to their perfection, In the multitude of your sorceries, In the exceeding might of your charms.

10 Wode wo ho ato wʼamumuyɛ so na waka sɛ, ‘Obiara nhunu me.’ Wo nyansa ne nimdeɛ ma wo fom kwan ɛberɛ a woka kyerɛ wo ho sɛ, ‘Me ne no, obiara nni hɔ ka me ho.’

And you are confident in your wickedness, You have said, There is none seeing me, Your wisdom and your knowledge, It is turning you back, And you say in your heart, I [am], and none else.

11 Amanehunu bɛto wo, na worenhunu ɛkwan ko a wobɛfa so ayi afiri hɔ. Ɔhaw bi bɛba wo so a worentumi mfa mpatadeɛ nyi mfiri hɔ; atoyerɛnkyɛm a ɛnnaa ne ho adi nkyerɛɛ wo bɛba wo so mpofirim.

And evil has come in on you, You do not know its rising, And disaster falls on you, You are not able to pacify it, And desolation comes on you suddenly, You do not know.

12 “Kɔ so yɛ wo ntafowayie ne wʼabayisɛm bebrebe a wode adi dwuma firi wo mmɔfraase no. Ebia wobɛdi nkonim, ebia wode ehu bɛba.

Now stand in your charms, And in the multitude of your sorceries, In which you have labored from your youth, It may be you are able to profit, It may be you terrify!

13 Woabrɛ wɔ afotufoɔ bebrebe a woanya no mu! Ma wo nsoromma ho anyansafoɔ mmra anim, wɔn a wɔhwɛ nsoromma mu no ka deɛ ɛreba bosome biara mu no, ma wɔnnnye wo mfiri deɛ ɛreba wo so no mu.

You have been wearied in the multitude of your counsels, Now stand up and let them save you—The charmers of the heavens, Those looking on the stars, Those teaching concerning the months—From those things that come on you!

14 Nokorɛm, wɔte sɛ nnyentia; ogya bɛhye wɔn. Na wɔntumi nnye wɔn ankasa ho mfiri egyadɛreɛ ano den no ho. Ogyasramma biara nni ha a ɛbɛka wo hye; ogya biara nni ha a wɔbɛtena ho ato.

Behold, they have been as stubble! Fire has burned them, They do not deliver themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.

15 Deɛ wɔbɛtumi ayɛ ama wo ara ne no, yeinom na wo ne wɔn abrɛ na wo ne wɔn anante firi mmɔfraase. Wɔn mu biara afa ne kwan; ɔbaako mpo nni hɔ a ɔbɛtumi agye woɔ.

So they have been to you with whom you have labored, Your merchants from your youth, They have each wandered to his passage, None is saving you!”