Isaiah 40
1 “Comfort, comfort my people,” says your God.
Monkyekye, monkyekye me nkurɔfo werɛ. Saa na mo Nyankopɔn se.
2 “Speak comfortably to Jerusalem, and call out to her that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned, that she has received of Yahweh’s hand double for all her sins.”
Monka asomdwoesɛm nkyerɛ Yerusalem, na mompae mu nka nkyerɛ no se ne som dennen no aba awiei, wɔatua ne bɔne no so ka, na wɔanya ne bɔne nyinaa so akatua mmɔho afi Awurade nsam.
3 The voice of one who calls out, “Prepare the way of Yahweh in the wilderness! Make a level highway in the desert for our God.
Nne bi reteɛ mu se, “Munsiesie ɔkwan mma Awurade wɔ nweatam no so. Monteɛ ɔtempɔn wɔ sare no so mma yɛn Nyankopɔn.
4 Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low. The uneven shall be made level, and the rough places a plain.
Obon biara bɛyɛ ma, bepɔw ne nkoko nyinaa bɛkɔ fam, asase a ɛyɛ abonkyiabonkyi no bɛyɛ tamaa, na mmeae a ɛyɛ akɔntɔnkye no ayɛ tataw.
5 Yahweh’s glory shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together; for the mouth of Yahweh has spoken it.”
Na Awurade anuonyam bɛda adi, na nnipa nyinaa behu. Efisɛ Awurade na waka!”
6 The voice of one saying, “Cry out!” One said, “What shall I cry?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field.
Nne bi kae se, “Teɛ mu.” Na mekae se, “Menteɛ mu nka dɛn?” “Nnipa nyinaa te sɛ sare, na wɔn anuonyam nyinaa te sɛ afuw so nhwiren.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades, because Yahweh’s breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.
Sare hyew, na nhwiren twintwam efisɛ Awurade ahomegu fa wɔn so. Nokware, nnipa no yɛ sare.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God stands forever.”
Sare hyew, na nhwiren twintwam, nanso yɛn Nyankopɔn asɛm no tim hɔ daa.”
9 You who tell good news to Zion, go up on a high mountain. You who tell good news to Jerusalem, lift up your voice with strength! Lift it up! Don’t be afraid! Say to the cities of Judah, “Behold, your God!”
Wo a wode asɛm pa reba Sion, foro kɔ bepɔw tenten bi so. Wo a wode asɛm pa reba Yerusalem, ma wo nne so na teɛ mu, ma so, nsuro; ka kyerɛ Yuda nkurow se, “Mo Nyankopɔn ni!”
10 Behold, the Lord Yahweh will come as a mighty one, and his arm will rule for him. Behold, his reward is with him, and his recompense before him.
Hwɛ, Asafo Awurade de tumi reba, na nʼabasa bedi hene ama no. Hwɛ, nʼakatua ka ne ho, na ɔde nʼabasobɔde nam.
11 He will feed his flock like a shepherd. He will gather the lambs in his arm, and carry them in his bosom. He will gently lead those who have their young.
Ɔhwɛ ne nguankuw sɛ oguanhwɛfo. Ɔboa nguantenmma no wɔ nʼabasa so oturu wɔn ne koko so; na nguan a wɔwɔ mma no, ɔka wɔn brɛoo.
12 Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and marked off the sky with his span, and calculated the dust of the earth in a measuring basket, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance?
Hena na wasusuw obon mu nsu wɔ ne nsam anaa ɔde ne nsateaa asusuw ɔsoro? Hena na ɔde asase so mfutuma agu kɛntɛn mu, anaa wakari mmepɔw wɔ nsania so ne nkoko wɔ nsania apampaa so?
13 Who has directed Yahweh’s Spirit, or has taught him as his counselor?
Hena na wate Awurade ase, anaa wakyerɛkyerɛ no sɛ ne fotufo?
14 Who did he take counsel with, and who instructed him, and taught him in the path of justice, and taught him knowledge, and showed him the way of understanding?
Hena na Awurade abisa no sɛ ɔnkyerɛ no biribi ase, na hena na ɔkyerɛɛ no ɔkwan pa no? Hena na ɔmaa no nimdeɛ anaa ɔkyerɛɛ no nhumu kwan?
15 Behold, the nations are like a drop in a bucket, and are regarded as a speck of dust on a balance. Behold, he lifts up the islands like a very little thing.
Ampa ara aman no te sɛ nsu sope wɔ bokiti mu; wɔde wɔn toto mfutuma a egu nsania so ho; ɔkari nsupɔw te sɛnea ɛyɛ mfutuma muhumuhu.
16 Lebanon is not sufficient to burn, nor its animals sufficient for a burnt offering.
Lebanon nnɔɔso mma afɔremuka so gya, na ne mmoa renso mma ɔhyew afɔrebɔde.
17 All the nations are like nothing before him. They are regarded by him as less than nothing, and vanity.
Aman nyinaa nsɛ hwee wɔ nʼanim; obu wɔn adehunu bi a wɔnka hwee.
18 To whom then will you liken God? Or what likeness will you compare to him?
Afei hena ho na wode Onyankopɔn bɛtoto? Nsɛsode bɛn ho na wode no bɛto?
19 A workman has cast an image, and the goldsmith overlays it with gold, and casts silver chains for it.
Ohoni de, odwumfo na ɔyɛ, na sikadwumfo de sikakɔkɔɔ agu ho na wasiesie dwetɛ nkɔnsɔnkɔnsɔn ama no.
20 He who is too impoverished for such an offering chooses a tree that will not rot. He seeks a skillful workman to set up a carved image for him that will not be moved.
Ohiani a ɔrentumi mfa saa ayɛyɛde yi mma no kɔhwehwɛ dua a ɛremporɔw. Ɔhwehwɛ odwumfo nyansafo na wayɛ ohoni a ɛremmunum nhwe fam asi hɔ.
21 Haven’t you known? Haven’t you heard? Haven’t you been told from the beginning? Haven’t you understood from the foundations of the earth?
Wunnim ana? Wontee ana? Wɔnnka nkyerɛɛ wo mfii mfiase no ana? Efi bere a wɔbɔɔ asase no, wontee ase ana?
22 It is he who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them out like a tent to dwell in,
Ɔte ahengua so wɔ asase dantaban no atifi ɛso nnipa te sɛ tɛwtɛw ɔtwe ɔsoro mu te sɛ bamkyinii, na ɔtrɛw mu sɛ ntamadan tena mu.
23 who brings princes to nothing, who makes the judges of the earth meaningless.
Ɔma ahemmea yɛ nnipahunu na wiase yi sodifo nso, ɔbrɛ wɔn ase.
24 They are planted scarcely. They are sown scarcely. Their stock has scarcely taken root in the ground. He merely blows on them, and they wither, and the whirlwind takes them away as stubble.
Wɔtɛw wɔn ara pɛ, woduaa wɔn ara pɛ, wogyee ntin wɔ asase mu pɛ, na wahome agu wɔn so ama wɔakisa, na mframa abɔ wɔn kɔ te sɛ ntɛtɛ.
25 “To whom then will you liken me? Who is my equal?” says the Holy One.
“Hena ho na wode me bɛto? Anaasɛ hena na ɔne me sɛ?” Ɔkronkronni no na ose.
26 Lift up your eyes on high, and see who has created these, who brings out their army by number. He calls them all by name. By the greatness of his might, and because he is strong in power, not one is lacking.
Momma mo ani so nhwɛ ɔsoro: Hena na ɔbɔɔ eyinom nyinaa? Nea oyiyi ɔsoro nsoromma mmaako mmaako, na ɔbɔ obiara din frɛ no. Nʼahoɔden ne ne tumi nti wɔn mu baako mpo nyera.
27 Why do you say, Jacob, and speak, Israel, “My way is hidden from Yahweh, and the justice due me is disregarded by my God”?
Adɛn na wunwiinwii, Yakob, na woka se, Israel, “Mʼakwan ahintaw Awurade; na me Nyankopɔn abɔ mʼasɛm agu”?
28 Haven’t you known? Haven’t you heard? The everlasting God, Yahweh, the Creator of the ends of the earth, doesn’t faint. He isn’t weary. His understanding is unsearchable.
Wunnim ana? Wontee ana? Awurade yɛ daapem Nyankopɔn, na ɔyɛ asase nyinaa yɛfo. Ɔremmrɛ na ɔrentɔ beraw, na ne nhumu nni nhwehwɛmu.
29 He gives power to the weak. He increases the strength of him who has no might.
Ɔma nea watɔ beraw ahoɔden nea wayɛ mmerɛw nso, ɔto nʼahoɔden so.
30 Even the youths faint and get weary, and the young men utterly fall;
Mpo, mmabun brɛ, na wɔtɔ beraw, na mmerante hintihintiw hwehwe ase;
31 but those who wait for Yahweh will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles. They will run, and not be weary. They will walk, and not faint.
Nanso, wɔn a wɔn ani da Awurade so benya ahoɔden foforo. Wɔde ntaban sɛ akɔre de betu akɔ wim; wobetu mmirika, na wɔrentɔ beraw. Wɔbɛnantew, na wɔrentɔ piti.
