إِشَعْيَاءَ 16

١ 1 أَرْسِلُوا خِرْفَانَ حَاكِمِ ٱلْأَرْضِ مِنْ سَالِعَ نَحْوَ ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ إِلَى جَبَلِ ٱبْنَةِ صِهْيَوْنَ.

Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela through the desert, to the mountain of the daughter of Zion.

٢ 2 وَيَحْدُثُ أَنَّهُ كَطَائِرٍ تَائِهٍ، كَفِرَاخٍ مُنَفَّرَةٍ تَكُونُ بَنَاتُ مُوآبَ فِي مَعَابِرِ أَرْنُونَ.

The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.

٣ 3 هَاتِي مَشُورَةً، ٱصْنَعِي إِنْصَافًا، ٱجْعَلِي ظِلَّكِ كَٱللَّيْلِ فِي وَسَطِ ٱلظَّهِيرَةِ، ٱسْتُرِي ٱلْمَطْرُودِينَ، لَا تُظْهِرِي ٱلْهَارِبِينَ.

Think about it and make a decision. Make your shadow as invisible at midday as during the night. Hide the refugees; don't betray them as they run away.

٤ 4 لِيَتَغَرَّبْ عِنْدَكِ مَطْرُودُو مُوآبَ. كُونِي سِتْرًا لَهُمْ مِنْ وَجْهِ ٱلْمُخَرِّبِ، لِأَنَّ ٱلظَّالِمَ يَبِيدُ، وَيَنْتَهِي ٱلْخَرَابُ، وَيَفْنَى عَنِ ٱلْأَرْضِ ٱلدَّائِسُونَ.

Let my refugees stay among you, Moab. Hide them from our enemies until the destroyer is no more, the destruction is over, and the aggressive invaders have gone.

٥ 5 فَيُثَبَّتُ ٱلْكُرْسِيُّ بِٱلرَّحْمَةِ، وَيَجْلِسُ عَلَيْهِ بِٱلْأَمَانَةِ فِي خَيْمَةِ دَاوُدَ قَاضٍ، وَيَطْلُبُ ٱلْحَقَّ وَيُبَادِرُ بِٱلْعَدْلِ.

Then a kingdom will be set up based on trustworthy love, and on its throne will sit a faithful king from the line of David. He will judge fairly, and will be passionately committed to doing what is right.

٦ 6 قَدْ سَمِعْنَا بِكِبْرِيَاءِ مُوآبَ ٱلْمُتَكَبِّرَةِ جِدًّا عَظَمَتِهَا وَكِبْرِيَائِهَا وَصَلَفِهَا بُطْلِ ٱفْتِخَارِهَا.

We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.

٧ 7 لِذَلِكَ تُوَلْوِلُ مُوآبُ. عَلَى مُوآبَ كُلُّهَا يُوَلْوِلُ. تَئِنُّونَ عَلَى أُسُسِ قِيرَ حَارِسَةَ، إِنَّمَا هِيَ مَضْرُوبَةٌ.

All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.

٨ 8 لِأَنَّ حُقُولَ حَشْبُونَ ذَبُلَتْ. كَرْمَةُ سِبْمَةَ كَسَّرَ أُمَرَاءُ ٱلْأُمَمِ أَفْضَلَهَا. وَصَلَتْ إِلَى يَعْزِيرَ. تَاهَتْ فِي ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ، ٱمْتَدَّتْ أَغْصَانُهَا، عَبَرَتِ ٱلْبَحْرَ.

Heshbon's fields have dried up, as have Sibmah's grapevines. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the vines that once branched out to Jazer and east towards the desert, and west as far as the sea.

٩ 9 لِذَلِكَ أَبْكِي بُكَاءَ يَعْزِيرَ عَلَى كَرْمَةِ سِبْمَةَ. أُرْوِيكُمَا بِدُمُوعِي يَا حَشْبُونُ وَأَلْعَالَةُ، لِأَنَّهُ عَلَى قِطَافِكِ وَعَلَى حَصَادِكِ قَدْ وَقَعَتْ جَلَبَةٌ.

So I cry with Jazer for Sibmah's vines; I soak Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Nobody shouts in celebration over your summer fruit and your harvest any more.

١٠ 10 وَٱنْتُزِعَ ٱلْفَرَحُ وَٱلِٱبْتِهَاجُ مِنَ ٱلْبُسْتَانِ، وَلَا يُغَنَّى فِي ٱلْكُرُومِ وَلَا يُتَرَنَّمُ، وَلَا يَدُوسُ دَائِسٌ خَمْرًا فِي ٱلْمَعَاصِرِ. أَبْطَلْتُ ٱلْهُتَافَ.

Joy and happiness are gone. Nobody celebrates in the harvest fields or the vineyards; nobody shouts happily. Nobody treads grapes in the winepresses. I have stopped their cheering.

١١ 11 لِذَلِكَ تَرِنُّ أَحْشَائِي كَعُودٍ مِنْ أَجْلِ مُوآبَ وَبَطْنِي مِنْ أَجْلِ قِيرَ حَارِسَ.

Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.

١٢ 12 وَيَكُونُ إِذَا ظَهَرَتْ، إِذَا تَعِبَتْ مُوآبُ عَلَى ٱلْمُرْتَفَعَةِ وَدَخَلَتْ إِلَى مَقْدِسِهَا تُصَلِّي، أَنَّهَا لَا تَفُوزُ.

The Moabites go and wear themselves out worshiping at their high places. They go to their shrines to pray, but it does them no good.

١٣ 13 هَذَا هُوَ ٱلْكَلَامُ ٱلَّذِي كَلَّمَ بِهِ ٱلرَّبُّ مُوآبَ مُنْذُ زَمَانٍ.

This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.

١٤ 14 وَٱلْآنَ تَكَلَّمَ ٱلرَّبُّ قَائِلًا: «فِي ثَلَاثِ سِنِينَ كَسِنِي ٱلْأَجِيرِ يُهَانُ مَجْدُ مُوآبَ بِكُلِّ ٱلْجُمْهُورِ ٱلْعَظِيمِ، وَتَكُونُ ٱلْبَقِيَّةُ قَلِيلَةً صَغِيرَةً لَا كَبِيرَةً».

But now the Lord speaks again, and says, In three years, just as a contract worker precisely counts years, Moab's glory will turn into something to be laughed at. Despite there being so many Moabites now, soon there will only be a few feeble people left.