Isaiah 15
1 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.
Adehunu a ɛfa Moab ho: Wɔasɛe Ar a ɛwɔ Moab anadwo koro pɛ! Wɔasɛe Kir a ɛwɔ Moab anadwo koro pɛ!
2 They have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo, and over Medeba. On all their heads is baldness. Every beard is cut off.
Dibon foro kɔ nʼasɔredan mu, ɔkɔ ne sorɔnsorɔmmea kɔ su; Moab twa adwo wɔ Nebo ne Medeba ho. Wɔayi eti biara so nwi na abɔgyesɛ biara nso wɔatwitwa.
3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth. On their housetops, and in their broad places, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
Wɔfirafira ayitoma wɔ mmɔntene so; wɔ adan atifi ne ɔman ahyiaeɛ wɔn nyinaa retwa adwo, wɔdeda fam na wɔsu.
4 And Heshbon cries out, and Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. His soul trembles within him.
Hesbon ne Eleale teaam su, wɔte wɔn nne kɔduru Yahas nohoa. Enti Moab mmarimma akofoɔ teaam su, na wɔabotoboto.
5 My heart cries out for Moab. Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah. For they go up with weeping by the ascent of Luhith. For they raise up a cry of destruction in the way of Horonaim.
Medi Moab ho awerɛhoɔ wɔ mʼakoma mu; nʼadwanefoɔ dwane kɔduru Soar, ne Eglat Selisiya. Wɔforo kɔ Luhit, wɔrekɔ nyinaa na wɔresu; Horonaim ɛkwan so nso wɔdi wɔn sɛeɛ ho awerɛhoɔ.
6 For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate, for the grass is withered away. The tender grass fails. There is no green thing.
Nimrim nsuwansuwa awewe na ɛserɛ no ahye afifideɛ nyinaa ayera na ɛnkaa wira biara a ɛyɛ mono.
7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, they shall carry away over the brook of the willows.
Enti ahonyadeɛ a wɔapɛ agu hɔ no wɔsoa de kɔtwa mpampuro bɔnhwa.
8 For the cry has gone round about the borders of Moab, the wailing of it to Eglaim, and the wailing of it to Beer-elim.
Wɔn nkekamu gyegye wɔ Moab ahyeɛ so; wɔn agyaadwotwa kɔduru Eglaim na wɔn abubuobɔ kɔduru Beer Elim.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood. For I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon those of Moab who escape, and upon the remnant of the land.
Dimon nsuo ayɛ mogya nkoaa nanso mɛkɔ so ne no adi. Gyata bɛba Moab adwanefoɔ no so ne wɔn a wɔbɛka asase no so.
