Isaiah 64
1 That thou wouldst rend the heavens, and wouldst come down: the mountains would melt away at thy presence.
O ke Ou ta chire syèl yo, ke Ou ta desann, ke mòn yo ta tranble devan prezans Ou—
2 They would melt as at the burning of fire, the waters would burn with fire, that thy name might be made known to thy enemies: that the nations might tremble at thy presence.
tankou dife anflame touf bwa chan an, tankou dife fè dlo bouyi. Fè non Ou rekonèt a advèsè Ou yo, pou nasyon yo ka tranble devan prezans Ou!
3 When thou shalt do wonderful things, we shall not bear them: thou didst come down, and at thy presence the mountains melted away.
Kon lè Ou te fè bagay mèvèy ke nou pa t prevwa yo; Ou te desann. Mòn yo te tranble devan prezans Ou.
4 From the beginning of the world they have not heard, nor perceived with the ears: the eye hath not seen, O God, besides thee, what things thou hast prepared for them that wait for thee.
Depi nan jou ansyen yo, yo pa t tande ni sezi ak zorèy, ni zye pa t wè yon Bondye sof ke Ou, k ap aji pou sila k ap tann Li an.
5 Thou hast met him that rejoiceth, and doth justice: in thy ways they shall remember thee: behold thou art angry, and we have sinned: in them we have been always, and we shall be saved.
Ou rankontre avèk sila ki rejwi a nan fè sa ki dwat, ki sonje Ou nan chemen pa Ou yo. Gade byen, Ou te fache paske nou te peche, nou te kontinye nan peche pandan anpil tan. Èske nou va sove?
6 And we are all become as one unclean, and all our justices as the rag of a menstruous woman: and we have all fallen as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
Paske nou tout te vini tankou yon moun ki pa pwòp. Tout zèv ladwati nou yo tankou yon rad ki sal nèt; konsa, nou tout vin fennen kon yon fèy, e inikite nou yo tankou van, pote nou ale.
7 There is none that calleth upon thy name: that riseth up, and taketh hold of thee: thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast crushed us in the hand of our iniquity.
Nanpwen moun ki rele non Ou, ki leve pou atache a Ou menm; paske Ou te kache figi Ou a nou menm e te livre nou nan pouvwa inikite nou yo.
8 And now, O Lord, thou art our father, and we are clay: and thou art our maker, and we all are the works of thy hands.
Pou sa, O SENYÈ, Ou se Papa nou, nou se ajil la e se Ou ki met kanari a; nou tout se zèv men Ou yo.
9 Be not very angry, O Lord, and remember no longer our iniquity: behold, see we are all thy people.
Pa vin fache depase, O SENYÈ, ni sonje inikite nou yo pou tout tan. Gade byen, gade koulye a, nou tout se pèp Ou a.
10 The city of thy sanctuary is become a desert, Sion is made a desert, Jerusalem is desolate.
Vil sen Ou yo te vin yon dezè; Sion te vin yon dezè, Jérusalem yon kote dezole.
11 The house of our holiness, and of our glory, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt with fire, and all our lovely things are turned into ruins.
Bèl kay sen nou an, kote papa nou yo te ba Ou lwanj yo, te brile ak dife; epi tout bagay ki te chè a nou menm te vin kraze nèt.
12 Wilt thou refrain thyself, O Lord, upon these things, wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us vehemently?
Èske Ou va ralanti Ou menm, devan bagay sa yo, O SENYÈ? Èske Ou va rete an silans e bannou lapèn ki depase mezi a?
