Isaya 15
1 Wach nofwenyore kuom jo-Moab ni: Ar manie Moab okethi, omuke ei otieno achiel! Kir manie Moab bende okethi, omuke ei otieno achiel!
The burden of Moab. For in the night that Ar of Moab is laid waste, he is brought to ruin; for in the night that Kir of Moab is laid waste, he is brought to ruin.
2 Jo-Dibon dhiyo e kargi mar lemo, gidhiyo e hembko mag-gi mondo giywagi; kendo jo-Moab goyo nduru nikech Nebo gi Medeba osekethi. Ngʼato ka ngʼato oliel wiye kod tike.
He is gone up to Baith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep; upon Nebo, and upon Medeba, Moab howleth; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is shaven.
3 E yore, girwako pien gugru; to ewi udi kod laru maduongʼ, giduto giywak ka gidengo kendo gingʼielore e lowo.
In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one howleth, weeping profusely.
4 Jo-Heshbon kod jo-Eleale ywak, kendo ywakgi winjore nyaka Jahaz. Kuom mano jolweny mag jo-Moab ywak kendo kihondko omakogi.
And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz; therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul is faint within him.
5 Chunya ywago jo-Moab; nimar ogandane ringo kadhi pondo Zoar, ma gichopo nyaka Eglath Shelishiya. Gidhi ka giluwo yo mochomo Luhith ka giywak, e yo madhi Horonaim giywak malit nikech kethruokgi.
My heart crieth out for Moab; her fugitives reach unto Zoar, a heifer of three years old; for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
6 Pige mag Nimrim oseduono, kendo lum bende osener, kendo oboke orumo, maonge gimoro amora modongʼ ka ngʼich.
For the Waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass is withered away, the herbage faileth, there is no green thing.
7 Omiyo mwandu mane giseloso kendo kano negitingʼo magingʼadogo Holo ma Omburi otiye.
Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away to the brook of the willows.
8 Ywakgi winjore nyaka e tongʼ Moab, nduru margi chopo nyaka Eglaim, kendo dengo margi landore nyaka Beer Elim.
For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim.
9 Pige mag Dimon opongʼ gi remo, to kata kamano named kelo masiche ne Dimon, ne joge maringo koa Moab mondo opondi kod jogo modongʼ e pinyno nomak gi sibuor.
For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon him that escapeth of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.
