Isaiah 64
1 Ìwọ ìbá fa ọ̀run ya kí o sì sọ̀kalẹ̀ wá, tí àwọn òkè ńlá yóò fi wárìrì níwájú rẹ!
“Oh, if you had split open the heavens and come down! The mountains would have shaken at your presence,
2 Gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìgbà tí iná mú ẹ̀ka igi jó tí ó sì mú kí omi ó hó, sọ̀kalẹ̀ wá kí orúkọ rẹ le di mí mọ̀ fún àwọn ọ̀tá rẹ kí o sì jẹ́ kí àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè kí ó wárìrì níwájú rẹ!
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 Nítorí nígbà tí o bá ṣe àwọn ohun ẹ̀rù tí àwa kò nírètí, o sọ̀kalẹ̀ wá, àwọn òkè ńlá sì wárìrì níwájú rẹ̀.
Previously, when you did marvelous things that we had not expected, you came down, and the mountains trembled at your presence.
4 Láti ìgbà àtijọ́ kò sí ẹni tí ó gbọ́ rí kò sí etí kan tí ó gbọ́ ọ, kò sí ojú tí ó tí ì rí Ọlọ́run mìíràn lẹ́yìn rẹ, tí ó máa ń ṣe nǹkan lórúkọ àwọn tí ó dúró dè é.
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 Ìwọ a máa wá fún ìrànlọ́wọ́ àwọn tí wọn ń fi ayọ̀ ṣe ohun tó tọ́, tí ó rántí ọ̀nà rẹ. Ṣùgbọ́n nígbà tí a bẹ̀rẹ̀ sí dẹ́ṣẹ̀ sí wọn, inú bí ọ. Báwo ni a ó ṣe gbà wá là?
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 Gbogbo wa ti dàbí ẹnìkan tí ó jẹ́ aláìmọ́, gbogbo òdodo wa sì dàbí èkísà ẹlẹ́gbin; gbogbo wa kákò bí ewé, àti bí afẹ́fẹ́, ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ wa ti gbá wa lọ kúrò.
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 Ẹnikẹ́ni kò pe orúkọ rẹ tàbí kí ó gbìyànjú láti dì ẹ́ mú; nítorí ìwọ ti fi ojú rẹ pamọ́ fún wa ó sì jẹ́ kí àwa ṣòfò dànù nítorí àwọn ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ wa.
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 Síbẹ̀síbẹ̀, Olúwa, ìwọ ni Baba wa. Àwa ni amọ̀, ìwọ ni amọ̀kòkò; gbogbo wa jẹ́ iṣẹ́ ọwọ́ rẹ.
Yet, Yahweh, you are our father; we are the clay. You are our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
9 Má ṣe bínú kọjá ààlà, ìwọ Olúwa, má ṣe rántí gbogbo ẹ̀ṣẹ̀ wa títí láé. Jọ̀wọ́, bojú wò wá, ni a gbàdúrà, nítorí ènìyàn rẹ ni gbogbo wa.
Be not too angry, Yahweh, nor always call to mind against us our sins. Please look at us all, your people.
10 Àwọn ìlú mímọ́ rẹ ti di aṣálẹ̀; Sioni pàápàá di aṣálẹ̀, Jerusalẹmu di ahoro.
Your holy cities have become a wilderness; Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Tẹmpili mímọ́ ológo wa, níbi tí àwọn baba wa ti yìn ọ́, ni a ti fi iná sun, àti ohun gbogbo tí í ṣe ìṣúra wa ti dahoro.
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 Lẹ́yìn gbogbo nǹkan wọ̀nyí, Olúwa, ìwọ ó ha sì tún fi ara rẹ pamọ́ bí? Ìwọ ó ha dákẹ́ kí o sì fìyà jẹ wá kọjá ààlà bí?
How can you still hold back, Yahweh? How can you remain silent and continue to humiliate us?”
