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 a night, Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing. For in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.
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.
They have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.
3 E yore, girwako pien gugru; to ewi udi kod laru maduongʼ, giduto giywak ka gidengo kendo gingʼielore e lowo.
In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
4 Jo-Heshbon kod jo-Eleale ywak, kendo ywakgi winjore nyaka Jahaz. Kuom mano jolweny mag jo-Moab ywak kendo kihondko omakogi.
Heshbon cries out with Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. Their souls tremble within them.
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 cries out for Moab! Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for on the way to 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 will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
7 Omiyo mwandu mane giseloso kendo kano negitingʼo magingʼadogo Holo ma Omburi otiye.
Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over 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 has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to 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 on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
