Yesaia 64
1 Ao, sɛ anka wobɛsunsuane ɔsorosoro mu, asiane aba fam a, ɛno na anka mmepɔ no ho bɛpopo wɔ wʼanim!
“Oh, if you had split open the heavens and come down! The mountains would have shaken at your 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 when fire kindles the brushwood, or the fire makes water boil. Oh, that your name would be known by your adversaries, that the nations would tremble at your presence!
3 Na ɛberɛ a woyɛɛ nneɛma a ɛyɛ nwanwa a yɛanhwɛ anim no, wosiane baa fam na mmepɔ no ho popoo wɔ wʼanim.
Previously, when you did marvelous things that we had not expected, you came down, and the mountains trembled at your 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.
Since ancient times no one has heard or perceived, nor eye seen any God besides you, who does things for him who waits for 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?
You come to help those who rejoice in doing what is right, those who call to mind your ways and obey them. You were angry when we sinned. In your ways we will always be rescued.
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.
For we have all become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous deeds are like a menstrual rag. We have all withered like leaves; our iniquities, like the wind, carry 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 are none who calls on your name, who makes an effort to take hold of you. For you have hidden your face from us and made us waste away in the hand of our iniquities.
8 Nanso, Ao Awurade, wo ne yɛn Agya. Yɛyɛ dɔteɛ, na wo ne ɔnwomfoɔ no; yɛn nyinaa yɛ wo nsa ano adwuma.
Yet, Yahweh, you are our father; we are the clay. You are our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
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 too angry, Yahweh, nor always call to mind against us our sins. Please look at us all, your people.
10 Wo nkuropɔn kronkron no adane anweatam; Sion mpo ayɛ anweatam, Yerusalem ada mpan.
Your holy cities have become a wilderness; Zion has 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 beautiful temple, where our fathers praised you, has been destroyed by fire, and all that was so dear is in ruins.
12 Yei nyinaa akyi, Ao Awurade wo de wo ho bɛkame yɛn anaa? Wobɛkɔ so ayɛ komm atwe yɛn aso aboro so anaa?
How can you still hold back, Yahweh? How can you remain silent and continue to humiliate us?”
