Yesaia 64
1 Ao, sɛ anka wobɛsunsuane ɔsorosoro mu, asiane aba fam a, ɛno na anka mmepɔ no ho bɛpopo wɔ wʼanim!
O that thou wouldst rend the heavens, and come down; That the mountains might tremble at thy presence,
2 Sɛdeɛ ogya ma mmabaa dɛre na ɛma nsuo huru no, siane bra fam na ma wʼatamfoɔ nhunu wo din na ma amanaman no ho mpopo wɔ wʼanim!
As fire kindleth the dry stubble, As fire causeth water to boil, To make known thy name to thine adversaries, That the nations might tremble at thy presence;
3 Na ɛberɛ a woyɛɛ nneɛma a ɛyɛ nwanwa a yɛanhwɛ anim no, wosiane baa fam na mmepɔ no ho popoo wɔ wʼanim.
As thou once didst wonderful things, which we looked not for, And camest down, so that the mountains trembled at thy presence.
4 Ɛfiri teteete obiara nteeɛ, ɛntwaa obiara aso mu, ani biara nhunuu Onyankopɔn bi sɛ wo, deɛ ɔdi dwuma ma wɔn a wɔtwɛn no.
For never have men heard, nor perceived by the ear, Nor hath eye seen, a God beside thee. Who doeth such things for those that trust in him.
5 Woboa wɔn a wɔde anigyeɛ yɛ deɛ ɛtene, wɔn a wɔkae wʼakwan. Nanso yɛkɔɔ so yɛɛ bɔne tiaa wo no, wo bo fuiɛ. Na afei ɛbɛyɛ dɛn na woagye yɛn nkwa?
Thou art the friend of those who joyfully do righteousness, Those who remember thee in thy ways. Behold, thou art angry, and we are punished; Long doth the punishment endure, before we are delivered.
6 Yɛn nyinaa ayɛ sɛ obi a ne ho nteɛ, na yɛn tenenee nneyɛɛ nyinaa te sɛ ntomago fi; yɛn nyinaa akusa te sɛ ahahan, na yɛn bɔne pra yɛn kɔ te sɛ mframa.
We are all of us an unclean thing; Like a filthy garment is all our righteousness; We are all withered like a leaf, And our sins, like a storm, have blown us away.
7 Obiara mmɔ wo din, na obiara mpere sɛ ɔbɛso wo mu; ɛfiri sɛ wode wʼanim ahinta yɛn na yɛn bɔne enti woama yɛasɛe.
There is none that calleth upon thy name, That stirreth himself up to cleave to thee; For thou hidest thy face from us, And lettest us perish by our iniquities.
8 Nanso, Ao Awurade, wo ne yɛn Agya. Yɛyɛ dɔteɛ, na wo ne ɔnwomfoɔ no; yɛn nyinaa yɛ wo nsa ano adwuma.
But now, O Jehovah, thou art our father; We are the clay, and thou hast formed us; We are all of us the work of thy hands.
9 Mma wo bo mfu ntra so, Ao Awurade; nkae yɛn bɔne da biara da. Ao, brɛ wʼani ase hwɛ yɛn, yɛsrɛ wo, ɛfiri sɛ yɛn nyinaa yɛ wo nkurɔfoɔ.
Be not wroth, O Jehovah, to the uttermost, Nor remember our iniquity forever! Behold, look upon us, we beseech thee, we are all thy people!
10 Wo nkuropɔn kronkron no adane anweatam; Sion mpo ayɛ anweatam, Yerusalem ada mpan.
Thy holy cities have become a wilderness; Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Yɛn asɔredan kronkron a ɛwɔ animuonyam, faako a yɛn nananom yii wo ayɛ no, wɔde ogya ahye, na deɛ ɛsom bo ma yɛn no, abubu.
Our holy and glorious house, Where our fathers praised thee, Is burned with fire, And all our precious things are laid waste.
12 Yei nyinaa akyi, Ao Awurade wo de wo ho bɛkame yɛn anaa? Wobɛkɔ so ayɛ komm atwe yɛn aso aboro so anaa?
Wilt thou contain thyself at these things, O Jehovah, Wilt thou keep silence, and still grievously afflict us?
