Chinese Contemporary Bible (Simplified)

以赛亚书 1

1犹大王乌西雅、约坦、亚哈斯和希西迦执政期间,亚摩斯的儿子以赛亚看到了以下有关犹大和耶路撒冷的异象。

上帝责备叛逆的子民

诸天啊,请听!
大地啊,要侧耳听!
耶和华说:
“我把孩子抚育成人,
他们竟然背叛我。
牛认识主人,
驴也认得主人的槽,
以色列却不认识,
我的子民却不明白。”

唉!你们这罪恶的民族,
恶贯满盈的百姓,
作恶的子孙,
败坏的儿女!
你们背弃耶和华,
藐视以色列的圣者,
与祂疏远。

你们为什么一再叛逆?
你们还要受责打吗?
你们已经头破血流,
身心疲惫。
你们已经体无完肤,
从头到脚伤痕累累,
伤口没有清洗,
没有包扎,也没有敷药。

你们的土地荒凉,
城邑化为灰烬。
你们亲眼目睹自己的田园被外族人侵吞、毁坏、变成不毛之地。
仅存的锡安[a]城也像葡萄园里的草棚、
瓜田中的茅舍、
被困无援的孤城。
若不是万军之耶和华让我们一些人存活,
我们早就像所多玛和蛾摩拉一样灭亡了。

10 你们这些“所多玛”的首领啊,
要聆听耶和华的话!
你们这些“蛾摩拉”的百姓啊,
要侧耳听我们上帝的训诲!
11 耶和华说:
“你们献上许多祭物,对我有什么用呢?
我厌烦公绵羊的燔祭和肥畜的脂肪,
我不喜欢公牛、羊羔和公山羊的血。

12 “你们来敬拜我的时候,
谁要求你们带着这些来践踏我的院宇呢?
13 不要再带毫无意义的祭物了。
我憎恶你们烧的香,
厌恶你们的朔日[b]、安息日和大会。
你们又作恶又举行庄严的聚会,
令我无法容忍。
14 我憎恶你们的朔日及其他节期,
它们成了我的重担,
令我厌倦。
15 你们举手祷告,我必掩面不理。
即使你们祷告再多,
我也不会听,
因为你们双手沾满鲜血。
16 你们要洗净自己,
停止作恶,
不要让我再看见你们的恶行。
17 你们要学习行善,
追求正义,
帮助受欺压的,
替孤儿辩护,
为寡妇申冤。”
18 耶和华说:
“来吧,我们彼此理论!
你们的罪虽如猩红,
也必洁白如雪;
你们的罪虽如绯红,
也必白如羊毛。
19 如果你们愿意听从,
就必享用这地方的美好出产。
20 如果你们执意叛逆,
就必丧身刀下。”
这是耶和华亲口说的。
21 耶路撒冷啊,
你这忠贞的妻子竟变成了妓女!
你从前充满公平,
是公义之家,
现在却住着凶手。
22 你曾经像银子,现在却像渣滓;
曾经像美酒,现在却像搀了水的酒。
23 你的首领是叛逆之徒,
与盗贼为伍,
个个收受贿赂,
贪图好处,
不为孤儿辩护,
不替寡妇申冤。

24 所以,主——万军之耶和华,
以色列的大能者说:
“我要向我的敌人报仇雪恨。
25 我必攻击你,
用碱炼净你的渣滓,
除尽你的杂质。
26 我必像从前一样赐你审判官和谋士。
之后,你必被称为公义之城、
忠信之邑。”

27 耶和华必因祂的公正救赎锡安,
必因祂的公义拯救城中悔改的人。
28 但叛逆之辈和犯罪之徒必遭毁灭,
背弃耶和华的人必灭亡。
29 你们必因在橡树下,
在你们选择的园子里祭拜偶像而蒙羞。
30 你们必像枯萎的橡树,
又如无水的园子。
31 你们中间有权势的人必因他们的恶行而遭毁灭,
好像火花点燃枯木,无人能救。

Notas al pie

  1. 1:8 锡安”又称“耶路撒冷”。
  2. 1:13 朔日”即每月初一。

The Message

Isaiah 1

Messages of Judgment

Quit Your Worship Charades

1The vision that Isaiah son of Amoz saw regarding Judah and Jerusalem during the times of the kings of Judah: Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah.

2-4 Heaven and earth, you’re the jury.
    Listen to God’s case:
“I had children and raised them well,
    and they turned on me.
The ox knows who’s boss,
    the mule knows the hand that feeds him,
But not Israel.
    My people don’t know up from down.
Shame! Misguided God-dropouts,
    staggering under their guilt-baggage,
Gang of miscreants,
    band of vandals—
My people have walked out on me, their God,
    turned their backs on The Holy of Israel,
    walked off and never looked back.

5-9 “Why bother even trying to do anything with you
    when you just keep to your bullheaded ways?
You keep beating your heads against brick walls.
    Everything within you protests against you.
From the bottom of your feet to the top of your head,
    nothing’s working right.
Wounds and bruises and running sores—
    untended, unwashed, unbandaged.
Your country is laid waste,
    your cities burned down.
Your land is destroyed by outsiders while you watch,
    reduced to rubble by barbarians.
Daughter Zion is deserted—
    like a tumbledown shack on a dead-end street,
Like a tarpaper shanty on the wrong side of the tracks,
    like a sinking ship abandoned by the rats.
If God-of-the-Angel-Armies hadn’t left us a few survivors,
    we’d be as desolate as Sodom, doomed just like Gomorrah.

10 “Listen to my Message,
    you Sodom-schooled leaders.
Receive God’s revelation,
    you Gomorrah-schooled people.

11-12 “Why this frenzy of sacrifices?”
    God’s asking.
“Don’t you think I’ve had my fill of burnt sacrifices,
    rams and plump grain-fed calves?
Don’t you think I’ve had my fill
    of blood from bulls, lambs, and goats?
When you come before me,
    whoever gave you the idea of acting like this,
Running here and there, doing this and that—
    all this sheer commotion in the place provided for worship?

13-17 “Quit your worship charades.
    I can’t stand your trivial religious games:
Monthly conferences, weekly Sabbaths, special meetings—
    meetings, meetings, meetings—I can’t stand one more!
Meetings for this, meetings for that. I hate them!
    You’ve worn me out!
I’m sick of your religion, religion, religion,
    while you go right on sinning.
When you put on your next prayer-performance,
    I’ll be looking the other way.
No matter how long or loud or often you pray,
    I’ll not be listening.
And do you know why? Because you’ve been tearing
    people to pieces, and your hands are bloody.
Go home and wash up.
    Clean up your act.
Sweep your lives clean of your evildoings
    so I don’t have to look at them any longer.
Say no to wrong.
    Learn to do good.
Work for justice.
    Help the down-and-out.
Stand up for the homeless.
    Go to bat for the defenseless.

Let’s Argue This Out

18-20 “Come. Sit down. Let’s argue this out.”
    This is God’s Message:
“If your sins are blood-red,
    they’ll be snow-white.
If they’re red like crimson,
    they’ll be like wool.
If you’ll willingly obey,
    you’ll feast like kings.
But if you’re willful and stubborn,
    you’ll die like dogs.”
That’s right. God says so.

Those Who Walk Out on God

21-23 Oh! Can you believe it? The chaste city
    has become a whore!
She was once all justice,
    everyone living as good neighbors,
And now they’re all
    at one another’s throats.
Your coins are all counterfeits.
    Your wine is watered down.
Your leaders are turncoats
    who keep company with crooks.
They sell themselves to the highest bidder
    and grab anything not nailed down.
They never stand up for the homeless,
    never stick up for the defenseless.

24-31 This Decree, therefore, of the Master, God-of-the-Angel-Armies,
    the Strong One of Israel:
“This is it! I’ll get my oppressors off my back.
    I’ll get back at my enemies.
I’ll give you the back of my hand,
    purge the junk from your life, clean you up.
I’ll set honest judges and wise counselors among you
    just like it was back in the beginning.
Then you’ll be renamed
    City-That-Treats-People-Right, the True-Blue City.”
God’s right ways will put Zion right again.
    God’s right actions will restore her penitents.
But it’s curtains for rebels and God-traitors,
    a dead end for those who walk out on God.
“Your dalliances in those oak grove shrines
    will leave you looking mighty foolish,
All that fooling around in god and goddess gardens
    that you thought was the latest thing.
You’ll end up like an oak tree
    with all its leaves falling off,
Like an unwatered garden,
    withered and brown.
‘The Big Man’ will turn out to be dead bark and twigs,
    and his ‘work,’ the spark that starts the fire
That exposes man and work both
    as nothing but cinders and smoke.”