< 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 righteous man perisheth, and no one layeth it to heart; And pious men are taken away, and none considereth That because of the evil the righteous man is taken away.
2 Wɔn a wɔnante tee no wɔhyɛne asomdwoeɛ mu; wɔnya ahomegyeɛ ɛberɛ a wɔadeda sɛ awufoɔ.
He entereth into peace; He resteth in his bed, Every one that walketh in uprightness.
3 “Nanso, mo, mommra ha, mo ɔbayifoɔ mmammarima, mo awaresɛefoɔ ne mmaa adwamanfoɔ mma!
But draw near hither, ye sons of the sorceress, Ye brood of the adulterer and the harlot!
4 Hwan na moresere no? Hwan na moredi ne ho fɛ na morebɔ no adapaa yi? Monnyɛ atuatefoɔ fekuo ne atorofoɔ asefoɔ anaa?
Of whom do ye make your sport, And at whom do ye make wide the mouth, And draw out the tongue? Are ye not rebellious children, a treacherous brood?
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.
Burning with lust for idols Under every green tree, Slaying children in the valleys, Under the clefts of the 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?
With the smooth stones of the valley is thy portion; These, these are thy lot; Here thou pourest out thy drink-offering, And presentest thy meat-offering; Can I see such things, and be at rest?
7 Moasiesie mo daberɛ wɔ kokoɔ a ɛkorɔn so; ɛhɔ na mokɔ kɔbɔ afɔdeɛ.
Upon a high and lofty mountain settest thou thy bed; Thither dost thou go up to offer sacrifice;
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.
Behind the doors and the posts dost thou place thy memorial; Thou departest from me, and uncoverest, and ascendest, and enlargest thy bed. Thou makest an agreement with them; Thou desirest their bed; Thou choosest a place.
9 Mode ngo kɔɔ Molek nkyɛn na momaa mo nnuhwam dɔɔso. Mosomaa mo ananmusifoɔ kɔɔ akyirikyiri; mo siane kɔɔ ɛda mu ankasa! (Sheol h7585)
Thou goest to the king with oil, And takest much precious perfume; Thou sendest thine ambassadors afar, Yea, down to the under-world. (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.
In the length of thy journeys thou hast wearied thyself, But thou sayest not, “I will desist”; Thou yet findest life in thy hand, Therefore thou art not discouraged.
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?
On account of whom art thou anxious, and of whom art thou afraid, that thou hast proved false, And hast not remembered me, nor laid it to heart? Behold, I have been silent a long time; Therefore thou fearest me not.
12 Mɛda mo tenenee ne mo nnwuma adi, na ɛho remma mo mfasoɔ.
But now I announce thy deliverance, And thy works do not profit thee.
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 thou criest, let thy host of idols deliver thee! But the wind shall bear them all away; A breath shall take them off; But he that putteth his trust in me Shall possess the land, And shall inherit my holy mountain.
14 Na wɔbɛka sɛ: “Monyɛ, monyɛ. Monsiesie ɛkwan no! Monyiyi akwansideɛ mfiri me nkurɔfoɔ akwan mu.”
Men shall say, Cast up, cast up, prepare the road; Remove every obstruction from 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 thus saith the high and lofty One That inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place; With him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit; To revive the spirit of the humble, And to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
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 forever, Nor will I be always angry; For life would fail before me, And the souls which I created.
17 Wɔn nnebɔne adufudepɛ maa me bo fuiɛ; metwee wɔn aso, na mede abufuo yii mʼani, nso wɔkɔɔ so yɛɛ deɛ wɔn akoma pɛ.
For the guilt of his covetousness I was angry; I smote him, I hid myself, and was angry; But yet he went on perversely in the way of his heart.
18 Mahunu wɔn nneyɛɛ, nanso mɛsa wɔn yadeɛ. Mɛkyerɛ wɔn kwan na makyekye wɔn werɛ,
I have seen his ways, yet will I heal him; I will guide him, and I will restore comfort To him and to his mourners;
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 create the fruit of the lips. Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is nigh, Saith Jehovah; I will heal him.
20 Na amumuyɛfoɔ te sɛ ɛpo a ɛrehuru, ɛntumi nyɛ komm, nʼasorɔkye yiyi atɛkyɛ ne efi.
But the wicked is like the troubled sea, Which cannot rest, Whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
21 “Amumuyɛfoɔ nni asomdwoeɛ.” Sei na me Onyankopɔn seɛ.
There is no peace, saith my God, for the wicked.

< Yesaia 57 >