Isaiah 51
1 “Listen to me, you who follow after righteousness, you who seek Yahweh. Look to the rock you were cut from, and to the quarry you were dug from.
“Muntie me, mo a mopɛ trenee akyi kwan; na mohwehwɛ Awurade; Monhwɛ ɔbotan a wotwaa mo fii mu no ne abopaebea a wotuu mo fii hɔ no;
2 Look to Abraham your father, and to Sarah who bore you; for when he was but one I called him, I blessed him, and made him many.
Monhwɛ Abraham, mo agya, ne Sara a ɔwoo mo no. Bere a mefrɛɛ no no, na ɔyɛ ɔbaakofo, na mihyiraa no maa nʼase trɛwee.
3 For Yahweh has comforted Zion. He has comforted all her waste places, and has made her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of Yahweh. Joy and gladness will be found in them, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.
Awurade bɛkyekye Sion werɛ ampa ara na ne yam bɛhyehye no wɔ ne nnwiriwii no ho; ɔbɛyɛ ne nweatam ahorow sɛ Eden, nʼasase a ada mpan bɛyɛ sɛ Awurade turo. Wobehu anigye ne ahosɛpɛw, aseda ne nnwonto wɔ ne mu.
4 “Listen to me, my people; and hear me, my nation, for a law will go out from me, and I will establish my justice for a light to the peoples.
“Muntie me, me nkurɔfo; monyɛ aso mma me, me man: Mmara no befi me nkyɛn akɔ; na mʼatɛntrenee bɛyɛ hann ama aman no.
5 My righteousness is near. My salvation has gone out, and my arms will judge the peoples. The islands will wait for me, and they will trust my arm.
Me trenee reba ntɛm so, me nkwagye nam kwan so, na me basa de atɛntrenee bɛbrɛ aman no. Asupɔw no bɛhwɛ me na wɔde anidaso bɛtwɛn me basa.
6 Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look at the earth beneath; for the heavens will vanish away like smoke, and the earth will wear out like a garment. Its inhabitants will die in the same way, but my salvation will be forever, and my righteousness will not be abolished.
Momma mo ani so nhwɛ ɔsorosoro, monhwɛ asase wɔ fam; ɔsorosoro betu ayera sɛ wusiw na asase bɛtetew sɛ atade na wɔn a wɔte so bewuwu sɛ nwansena. Nanso me nkwagye bɛtena hɔ daa, me trenee to rentwa da.
7 “Listen to me, you who know righteousness, the people in whose heart is my law. Don’t fear the reproach of men, and don’t be dismayed at their insults.
“Muntie me, mo a munim nea ɛteɛ, mo a me mmara wɔ mo koma mu: Munnsuro nnipa animka anaa momma wɔn ahohora ntu mo koma.
8 For the moth will eat them up like a garment, and the worm will eat them like wool; but my righteousness will be forever, and my salvation to all generations.”
Na nnwewemmoa bɛwe wɔn te sɛnea wɔwe atade; asunson bɛsɛe wɔn te sɛnea wɔsɛe kuntu. Nanso me trenee bɛtena hɔ daa, me nkwagye befi awo ntoatoaso akosi awo ntoatoaso so.”
9 Awake, awake, put on strength, arm of Yahweh! Awake, as in the days of old, the generations of ancient times. Isn’t it you who cut Rahab in pieces, who pierced the monster?
Nyan, nyan! Awurade basa, hyɛ ahoɔden adurade; nyan te sɛ nna a atwa mu no, te sɛ tete awo ntoatoaso mu no. Ɛnyɛ wo na wutwitwaa Rahab mu asinasin no, na wuhwirew asuboa kɛse no mu no?
10 Isn’t it you who dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep; who made the depths of the sea a way for the redeemed to pass over?
Ɛnyɛ wo na womaa po yowee, asubun mu nsu no, nea ɔpaee kwan wɔ po bun mu no sɛnea wɔn a wɔagye wɔn no betumi atwa?
11 Those ransomed by Yahweh will return, and come with singing to Zion. Everlasting joy shall be on their heads. They will obtain gladness and joy. Sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
Wɔn a Awurade apata ama wɔn bɛsan aba. Wɔde nnwonto bɛhyɛn Sion; anigye a ɛnsa da bɛyɛ wɔn abotiri, anigye ne ahosɛpɛw bɛboro wɔn so, awerɛhow ne apinisi betu ayera.
12 “I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you, that you are afraid of man who shall die, and of the son of man who will be made as grass?
“Me, me ara, mene wo werɛkyekyefo. Hena ne wo a wusuro ɔdesani, nnipa mma a wɔyɛ sare yi.
13 Have you forgotten Yahweh your Maker, who stretched out the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth? Do you live in fear continually all day because of the fury of the oppressor, when he prepares to destroy? Where is the fury of the oppressor?
Na wo werɛ afi Awurade, wo yɛfo nea ɔtrɛw ɔsorosoro mu na ɔhyɛɛ asase ase no, a da biara na woabɔ hu ɔhyɛsoni no abufuw nti, nea ɔde ɔsɛe asi nʼani so no ana? Na ɔhyɛsoni no abufuw wɔ he?
14 The captive exile will speedily be freed. He will not die and go down into the pit. His bread won’t fail.
Ɛrenkyɛ, wobegyaa nneduafo ahufo no; wɔrenwuwu wɔ afiase amoa mu, na aduan remmɔ wɔn.
15 For I am Yahweh your God, who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar. Yahweh of Armies is his name.
Na mene Awurade, wo Nyankopɔn nea ɔhwanyan po, ma nʼasorɔkye woro so. Asafo Awurade ne ne din.
16 I have put my words in your mouth and have covered you in the shadow of my hand, that I may plant the heavens, and lay the foundations of the earth, and tell Zion, ‘You are my people.’”
Mede me nsɛm ahyɛ wʼanom, na mede me nsa ase nwini akata wo so. Me a mede ɔsorosoro sii hɔ na mehyɛɛ asase ase, na meka kyerɛ Sion se, ‘Moyɛ me nkurɔfo.’”
17 Awake, awake! Stand up, Jerusalem, you who have drunk from Yahweh’s hand the cup of his wrath. You have drunken the bowl of the cup of staggering, and drained it.
Nyan, nyan! Sɔre, Yerusalem! Wo a woanom afi Awurade nsam nʼabufuw kuruwa no, wo a woanom apɔɔdɔ mu nsa atu puw nea ɛma nnipa tɔ ntintan no.
18 There is no one to guide her among all the sons to whom she has given birth; and there is no one who takes her by the hand among all the sons whom she has brought up.
Ne mma a ɔwoo wɔn nyinaa no obiara nni hɔ a ɔkyerɛ no kwan; mma a ɔtetew wɔn nyinaa no obiara nni hɔ a oso ne nsa mu.
19 These two things have happened to you— who will grieve with you?— desolation and destruction, and famine and the sword. How can I comfort you?
Saa ɔhaw prenu yi aba wo so, hena na ɔbɛkyekye wo werɛ? Nnwiriwii ne ɔsɛe, ɔkɔm ne afoa, hena na ɔbɛhyɛ wo den?
20 Your sons have fainted. They lie at the head of all the streets, like an antelope in a net. They are full of Yahweh’s wrath, the rebuke of your God.
Wo mma atotɔ beraw; wɔdeda mmɔnten so baabiara, te sɛ ɔtwe a afiri ayi no. Awurade abufuw aba wɔn so, wo Nyankopɔn animka no.
21 Therefore now hear this, you afflicted, and drunken, but not with wine:
Enti tie eyi, wo a worehu amane woabow, nanso ɛnyɛ nsa na abow wo.
22 Your Lord Yahweh, your God who pleads the cause of his people, says, “Behold, I have taken out of your hand the cup of staggering, even the bowl of the cup of my wrath. You will not drink it any more.
Sɛɛ na Otumfo Awurade se, wo Nyankopɔn a ɔbɔ ne nkurɔfo ho ban: Hwɛ, magye afi wo nsa mu, kuruwa a ɛma wotɔɔ ntintan no, kuruwa a ɛyɛ mʼabufuw pɔɔdɔ no, worennom bio.
23 I will put it into the hand of those who afflict you, who have said to your soul, ‘Bow down, that we may walk over you;’ and you have laid your back as the ground, like a street to those who walk over.”
Mede bɛhyɛ wɔn a wɔhaw mo no nsa mu, wɔn a wɔka kyerɛɛ mo se, “Butuw fam na yɛnnantew wo so na wode wʼakyi yɛɛ fam, te sɛ abɔnten sɛ wɔnnantew so no.”
