Isaiah 15
1 Moab Ar a rhoelrhak hlaem kah Moab olrhuh. Hlaempang pakhat ah a rhoelrhak tih hmata coeng. Kirmoab tah hmata coeng.
The oracle on Moab: Because, in a night, was laid waste Ar of Moab—destroyed! Because, in a night, was laid waste Kir of Moab—destroyed,
2 Nebo so neh Moab Medeba soah a rhahnah la Dibon hmuensang im te a paan tih rhung. A lu khaw boeih lungawng tih a hmuimul boeih tlong.
He hath gone up to Bayith and Dibon, to the high places, to weep, —On Nebo and on Medeba, Moab is howling, On all their heads, a baldness, Every beard, clipped.
3 A kawtpoeng ah tlamhni a bai uh tih, a imphu kah te toltung la hek suntla uh tih rhung rhap uh coeng.
In their streets, have they girded them with sackcloth, —On their housetops, and in their broadways, every one is howling—melting in tears;
4 Heshbon neh Elealeh pang tih a ol te Jahaz duela a yaak. Te dongah Moab kah aka pumcum rhoek tah a hinglu a yuhui pah tih a khuiah pae coeng.
And Heshbon, hath made outcry, and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz, hath been heard their voice, —For this cause, do the armed men of Moab roar, Every man’s soul, quivereth to him.
5 Ka lungbuei he Moab ham neh anih kah Zoar duela yingyetnah vaito ham khaw pang coeng. Luhith kham te a rhah doeah luei tih a kungkueng kah Horonaim longpuei khaw pocinah pang ol loh a haenghang.
Mine own heart, for Moab continueth to make outcry, Her fugitive, as far as Zoar, is like a heifer of three years; For the accent of Luhith, with weeping, they ascend, For by the way of Horonaim—an outcry of destruction, they excite;
6 Nimrim tui khaw rhaerhap la om tih sulrham khaw rhae coeng, toian khaw khum coeng, baelhing khaw om voel pawh.
For, the waters of Nimrim, shall become desolation, —For grass, hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up!
7 Te dongah koeva a dang neh a cawhnah te soklong tuirhi kung la a phueih uh.
For this cause, the savings they had made and that which they had stored, Over the torrent-bed of the willows, shall they bear them.
8 Moab khorhi te a pang loh a vael. A rhungol te Eglaim duela, Beraelim ah khaw anih rhungol lo.
For the outcry hath gone round the boundary of Moab, —As far as Eglaim, the howling thereof, And to Beer-elim, the howling thereof.
9 Dimon tui khaw thii baetawt. Tedae Dimon te Moab rhalyong neh ka koei thil vetih khohmuen kah a meet ham sathueng ka khuen pah ni.
For the waters of Dimon, are full of blood, For I will lay upon Dimon new troubles, —To the escaped of Moab, the lions, Even to the survivors on the soil.
