Isaiah 64
1 Oh that you would tear the heavens, that you would come down, that the mountains might quake at your presence—
O ke Ou ta chire syèl yo, ke Ou ta desann, ke mòn yo ta tranble devan prezans Ou—
2 as when fire kindles the brushwood, and the fire causes the water to boil. Make your name known to your adversaries, that the nations may tremble at your 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 you did awesome things which we didn’t look for, you came down, and the mountains quaked at your presence.
Kon lè Ou te fè bagay mèvèy ke nou pa t prevwa yo; Ou te desann. Mòn yo te tranble devan prezans Ou.
4 For from of old men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, nor has the eye seen a God besides you, who works for him who waits for him.
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 You meet him who rejoices and does righteousness, those who remember you in your ways. Behold, you were angry, and we sinned. We have been in sin for a long time. Shall we 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 For we have all become like one who is unclean, and all our righteousness is like a polluted garment. We all fade like a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, take 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 no one who calls on your name, who stirs himself up to take hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us, and have consumed us by means of our iniquities.
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 But now, Yahweh, you are our Father. We are the clay and you our potter. We all are the work of your hand.
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 Don’t be furious, Yahweh. Don’t remember iniquity forever. Look and see, we beg you, we are all your 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 Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Vil sen Ou yo te vin yon dezè; Sion te vin yon dezè, Jérusalem yon kote dezole.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house where our fathers praised you is burned with fire. All our pleasant places are laid waste.
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 Will you hold yourself back for these things, Yahweh? Will you keep silent and punish us very severely?
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?
