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.
Amụma megide Moab: Ar dị na Moab a laala nʼiyi, a lara ya nʼiyi naanị nʼotu abalị. Kia dị na Moab a laala nʼiyi, a lara ya nʼiyi naanị nʼotu abalị.
2 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.
Ndị niile bi na Dibọn na-aga nʼihu ụlọ mmụọ ha ịkwa akwa. Ndị Moab na-akwa akwa nʼihi Nebo na Medeba. Isi ha niile bụ isi nkwọcha, afụọnụ ha niile ka akpụchakwara.
3 In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
Ha na-eyi akwa mkpe na-agagharị nʼezi, mkpu akwa na-ada nʼelu ụlọ, na nʼama. Ha niile ji iti mkpu na ịkwa akwa na-ada nʼala.
4 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.
Heshbọn na Eleale na-eti mkpu akwa, a na-anụ olu akwa ha ọ bụladị ruo Jehaz. Nʼihi nke a, ndị agha Moab na-eti mkpu akwa, mkpụrụobi ha na-amakwa jijiji.
5 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.
Ọ na-ewute mkpụrụobi m nʼihi Moab, ndị ya na-agba ọsọ ruo ọ bụladị nʼobodo Zoa na Eglat Shelishiya. Ha na-akwa akwa dịka ha na-arịgo Luhit. Mgbe ha na-agbago ụzọ Heronaim, ha na-ebe akwa mwute nʼihi mbibi bịakwasịrị ha.
6 For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
Mmiri Nimrim atachaala! Ahịhịa akpọnwụọkwala; ahịhịa ndụ niile agwụkwala o nwekwaghị akwụkwọ ndụ nke fọrọ.
7 Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook of the willows.
Ya mere akụnụba ha kpakọbara ndị ha chekwara ka ha buuru gafee ofe ndagwurugwu warawara nke ọdọ mmiri osisi pọpla niile.
8 For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer Elim.
Mkpu akwa ha na-ada ụda gburugburu oke ala Moab niile; akwa ha na-ebesi ike na-ada ruo obodo Eglaim; abụ akwa ha na-erukwa Bịa-Elim.
9 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.
Iyi Dibọn jupụtara nʼọbara, ma aga m atụkwasịkwa ọ bụladị ọtụtụ ihe ndị ọzọ nʼelu Dibọn! Ọdụm ka a ga-atụkwasịrị ndị Moab gbapụrụ tụkwasịkwara ndị fọdụrụ nʼala ahụ.
