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 in the dust, virgin daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Chaldeans. For you will no longer be called tender and delicate.
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 the millstones and grind flour. Remove your veil, lift up your skirt, uncover your legs, and wade through the rivers.
3 Wʼadagya bɛda adi na wʼanimguaseɛ so renkata. Mɛtɔ were; memfa obiara ho nkyɛ no.”
Your nakedness will be uncovered. Yes, your shame will be seen. I will take vengeance, and will spare no one.”
4 Yɛn Gyefoɔ, Asafo Awurade ne ne din, ɔno ne Israel Kronkronni.
Our Redeemer, the LORD of Armies is 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 in silence, and go into darkness, daughter of the Chaldeans. For you shall no longer be called the 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 was angry with my people. I profaned my inheritance and gave them into your hand. You showed them no mercy. You laid a very heavy yoke on the aged.
7 Wokaa sɛ, ‘Mɛkɔ so daa, ayɛ ɔhemmaa afebɔɔ.’ Nanso woannwene saa nneɛma yi ho na woansusu deɛ ɛbɛtumi asie ho.
You said, ‘I will be a princess forever,’ so that you didn’t lay these things to your heart, nor did you remember the results.
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.’
“Now therefore hear this, you who are given to pleasures, who sit securely, who say in your heart, ‘I am, and there is no one else besides me. I won’t sit as a widow, neither will I know the loss of children.’
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.
But these two things will come to you in a moment in one day: the loss of children and widowhood. They will come on you in their full measure, in the multitude of your sorceries, and the great abundance of your enchantments.
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.’
For you have trusted in your wickedness. You have said, ‘No one sees me.’ Your wisdom and your knowledge has perverted you. You have said in your heart, ‘I am, and there is no one else besides me.’
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.
Therefore disaster will come on you. You won’t know when it dawns. Mischief will fall on you. You won’t be able to put it away. Desolation will come on you suddenly, which you don’t understand.
12 “Kɔ so yɛ wo ntafowayie ne wʼabayisɛm bebrebe a wode adi dwuma firi wo mmɔfraase no. Ebia wobɛdi nkonim, ebia wode ehu bɛba.
“Stand now with your enchantments and with the multitude of your sorceries, in which you have laboured from your youth, as if you might profit, as if you might prevail.
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 are wearied in the multitude of your counsels. Now let the astrologers, the stargazers, and the monthly prognosticators stand up and save you from the things that will happen to 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 are like stubble. The fire will burn them. They won’t deliver themselves from the power of the flame. It won’t be a coal to warm at or a fire to sit by.
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.
The things that you laboured in will be like this: those who have trafficked with you from your youth will each wander in his own way. There will be no one to save you.
