Isaiah 64
1 Didst Thou not rend the heavens? Thou didst come down, From thy presence did mountains flow,
Kale singa oyuzizza eggulu n’okka wansi, ensozi ne zikankana mu maaso go!
2 (As fire kindleth stubble — Fire causeth water to boil, ) To make known Thy name to Thine adversaries, From Thy presence do nations tremble.
Ng’omuliro bwe gukoleerera mu buku, oba nga bwe gufumba amazzi ne gatuuka okwesera, ka wansi omanyise erinnya lyo eri abalabe bo, n’amawanga galyoke gakankanire mu maaso go!
3 In Thy doing fearful things — we expect not, Thou didst come down, From Thy presence did mountains flow.
Kubanga bwe wakola ebintu eby’entiisa bye twali tetusuubira, wakka ensozi ne ziryoka zikankanira mu maaso go.
4 Even from antiquity [men] have not heard, They have not given ear, Eye hath not seen a God save Thee, He doth work for those waiting for Him.
Okuva mu mirembe egy’edda teri yali awulidde oba kutu kwali kutegedde, oba liiso lyali lirabye Katonda yenna okuggyako ggwe, alwanirira abo abamulindirira.
5 Thou hast met with the rejoicer And the doer of righteousness, In Thy ways they remember Thee, Lo, Thou hast been wroth when we sin, By them [is] continuance, and we are saved.
Ojja n’odduukirira abo abakola eby’obutuukirivu n’essanyu, abo abajjukira amakubo go. Naye bwe tweyongera okwonoona ne tugavaako, wakwatibwa obusungu. Ebbanga ddene lye tumaze mu bibi byaffe, ddala tulirokolebwa?
6 And we are as unclean — all of us, And as a garment passing away, all our righteous acts; And we fade as a leaf — all of us. And our iniquities as wind do take us away.
Ffenna twafuuka batali balongoofu era obutuukirivu bwaffe buli nga nziina ezijjudde obukyafu. Ffenna tuwotookerera ne tukala ng’ekikoola, era ebibi byaffe bitutwala nga mpewo.
7 And there is none calling in Thy name, Stirring up himself to lay hold on Thee, For Thou hast hid Thy face from us, And thou meltest us away by our iniquities.
Tewali n’omu akoowoola linnya lyo oba eyewaliriza okukukwatako, kubanga watwekweka tetukyalaba maaso go, era n’otuwaayo ne tuzikirira olw’ebibi byaffe.
8 And now, O Jehovah, thou [art] our Father, We [are] the clay, and Thou our Framer, And the work of Thy hand — all of us.
Ate ng’era, Ayi Mukama Katonda, ggwe Kitaffe. Ffe tuli bbumba, ggwe mubumbi, ffe ffenna tuli mulimu gwa mikono gyo.
9 Be not wroth, O Jehovah, very sore, Nor for ever remember iniquity, Lo, look attentively, we beseech Thee, Thy people [are] we all.
Tosunguwala kisukkiridde nnyo, Ayi Mukama Katonda, tojjukira bibi byaffe mirembe gyonna. Weewaawo, tutunuulire, tusaba, kubanga tuli bantu bo.
10 Thy holy cities have been a wilderness, Zion a wilderness hath been, Jerusalem a desolation.
Ebibuga byo ebitukuvu bifuuse malungu ne Sayuuni kifuuse ddungu, ne Yerusaalemi nakyo kifulukwa.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, Where praise Thee did our fathers, Hath become burnt with fire, And all our desirable things have become a waste.
Yeekaalu yaffe entukuvu ey’ekitiibwa bakitaffe gye bakutendererezangamu eyokebbwa omuliro, era byonna eby’obugagga bye twakuumanga byazikirira.
12 For these dost Thou refrain Thyself, Jehovah? Thou art silent, and dost afflict us very sore!'
Nga bino byonna biguddewo, Mukama, era toofeeyo? Onoosirika busirisi n’otubonereza ekisukiridde?
