Yesaia 57
1 Ateneneefoɔ wu, na obiara nnwene ho wɔ nʼakoma mu; wɔfa Nyamesurofoɔ kɔ, na obiara nte aseɛ sɛ wɔfa teneneefoɔ kɔ sɛdeɛ wɔbɛyi wɔn afiri bɔne mu.
The just man perishes, and there is no one who acknowledges it in his heart; and men of mercy are taken away, for there is no one who understands. For the just man has been taken away before the face of malice.
2 Wɔn a wɔnante tee no wɔhyɛne asomdwoeɛ mu; wɔnya ahomegyeɛ ɛberɛ a wɔadeda sɛ awufoɔ.
Let peace arrive. Let he who has walked in his righteousness find rest on his bed.
3 “Nanso, mo, mommra ha, mo ɔbayifoɔ mmammarima, mo awaresɛefoɔ ne mmaa adwamanfoɔ mma!
But come here, you sons of the prophetess, you offspring of an adulterous man and a fornicating woman.
4 Hwan na moresere no? Hwan na moredi ne ho fɛ na morebɔ no adapaa yi? Monnyɛ atuatefoɔ fekuo ne atorofoɔ asefoɔ anaa?
Whom are you mocking? Against whom have you opened your mouth wide and wagged your tongue? Are you not sons of wickedness, a lying offspring,
5 Mode ɔpɛ mmorosoɔ bɔ afɔdeɛ wɔ adum mu ne dua biara ase; mode mo mma bɔ afɔdeɛ wɔ mmɔnhwa a emu dɔ mu ne abotan mpaapaeɛ ase.
who are being consoled by idols under every leafy tree, immolating little children at the torrents, under the high rocks?
6 Anyame a wɔyɛ aboɔ tromtrom, a ɛwɔ mmɔnhwa a emu dɔ mu no, wɔyɛ mo kyɛfa. Wɔn na mopɛ. Aane, moahwie nsã afɔrebɔdeɛ agu wɔn so na mode aduane afɔrebɔdeɛ ama wɔn. Yeinom nyinaa akyi, mengo me nsam anaa?
Your portion is in the currents of the torrent; this is your lot! And you yourselves have poured out libations to them; you have offered sacrifice. Should I not be angry over these things?
7 Moasiesie mo daberɛ wɔ kokoɔ a ɛkorɔn so; ɛhɔ na mokɔ kɔbɔ afɔdeɛ.
Upon a high and lofty mountain, you have placed your bed, and you have ascended to that place to immolate victims.
8 Mo apono ne aponnwa akyi na mo de mo abosonsom nsɛsodeɛ asisi. Mofirii mʼakyi kɔyii mo mpa so ntoma, mokɔdaa so na motrɛɛ mu; mo ne wɔn a modɔ wɔn mpa yɛɛ apam, na mohwɛɛ wɔn adagya mu.
And behind the door, and beyond the post, you have set up your memorial. For you uncovered yourself next to me, and you received an adulterer. You widened your bed, and you formed a pact with them. You loved their bed with an open hand.
9 Mode ngo kɔɔ Molek nkyɛn na momaa mo nnuhwam dɔɔso. Mosomaa mo ananmusifoɔ kɔɔ akyirikyiri; mo siane kɔɔ ɛda mu ankasa! (Sheol h7585)
And you have adorned yourself for the king with ointments, and you have increased your cosmetics. You have sent your representatives to distant places, and you have debased yourself all the way to Hell. (Sheol h7585)
10 Mo nneyɛɛ maa mo brɛeɛ, nanso moanka da sɛ, ‘Ɛho nni mfasoɔ.’ Monyaa akɔnnɔ ahoɔden foforɔ, enti mokɔɔ so ara yɛɛ deɛ mopɛ.
You have been wearied by the multitude of your own ways. Yet you did not say, “I will cease.” You have found life by your own hand; because of this, you have not prayed.
11 “Hwan na wama mo akoma atu na wabɔ mo hu sei a enti moanni me nokorɛ, na moankae me anaa moannwene yei ho wɔ mo akoma mu? Mayɛ dinn akyɛre no enti na monnsuro me anaa?
For whose sake have you been anxiously afraid, so that you would lie and not be mindful of me, nor consider me in your heart? For I am silent, and I am like someone who does not see, and so you have forgotten me.
12 Mɛda mo tenenee ne mo nnwuma adi, na ɛho remma mo mfasoɔ.
I will announce your justice, and your works will not benefit you.
13 Sɛ moteam pɛ mmoa a, momma mo ahoni a moaboa ano no nnye mo! Mframa bɛbɔ wɔn nyinaa akɔ, ahome kɛkɛ bɛhwete wɔn. Nanso onipa a ɔde me yɛ ne dwanekɔbea no bɛdi asase no so na wafa me bepɔ kronkron no.”
When you cry out, let your followers free you. But the wind will carry them all away; a breeze will take them up. But he who has faith in me will inherit the earth and will possess my holy mountain.
14 Na wɔbɛka sɛ: “Monyɛ, monyɛ. Monsiesie ɛkwan no! Monyiyi akwansideɛ mfiri me nkurɔfoɔ akwan mu.”
And I will say: “Make way! Grant passage! Move to the side of the path! Take the obstacles out of the way of my people!”
15 Na yei ne deɛ ɔkorɔn no, deɛ ɔte ase daa a ne din yɛ kronkron no seɛ: “Mete beaeɛ a ɛkorɔn na ɛyɛ kronkron, me ne deɛ ɔwɔ ahonu na ɔyɛ honhom mu hiani nso te, sɛ mɛkanyane honhom mu hiani no honhom, na makanyane nʼakoma a abubu no.
For this is said by the Most High, the Sublime One, who dwells in eternity. And his name is Holy, for he dwells in the exalted and holy place, and he acts with a restrained and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite.
16 Meremmɔ soboɔ afebɔɔ, na mebo remfu daa, sɛ anyɛ saa a, onipa honhom bɛtɔ piti wɔ mʼanim, onipa ahome a me na mabɔ.
For I will not contend unceasingly, and I will not be angry to the end. For I will exhale my breath, and the Spirit will go forth from my face.
17 Wɔn nnebɔne adufudepɛ maa me bo fuiɛ; metwee wɔn aso, na mede abufuo yii mʼani, nso wɔkɔɔ so yɛɛ deɛ wɔn akoma pɛ.
Because of the iniquity of his avarice, I was angry, and I struck him down. I concealed my face from you, and I was angry. And he went astray by wandering in his heart.
18 Mahunu wɔn nneyɛɛ, nanso mɛsa wɔn yadeɛ. Mɛkyerɛ wɔn kwan na makyekye wɔn werɛ,
I saw his ways, and I healed him, and I led him back again, and I restored consolations to him and to those who mourn for him.
19 na mama ayɛyie aba wɔn a wɔredi awerɛhoɔ wɔ Israel ano. Asomdwoeɛ, asomdwoeɛ, mmra wɔn a wɔwɔ akyirikyiri ne wɔn a wɔbɛn so,” sei na Awurade seɛ. “Na mɛsa wɔn yadeɛ.”
I created the fruit of the lips: peace, peace to him who is far away, and peace to him who is near, said the Lord, and I healed him.
20 Na amumuyɛfoɔ te sɛ ɛpo a ɛrehuru, ɛntumi nyɛ komm, nʼasorɔkye yiyi atɛkyɛ ne efi.
But the impious are like the raging sea, which is not able to be quieted, and its waves stir up dirt and mud.
21 “Amumuyɛfoɔ nni asomdwoeɛ.” Sei na me Onyankopɔn seɛ.
There is no peace for the impious, says the Lord God.
