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. Baldness is on all of their heads. 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 clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
Wɔfirafira ayitoma wɔ mmɔntene so; wɔ adan atifi ne ɔman ahyiaeɛ wɔn nyinaa retwa adwo, wɔdeda fam na wɔsu.
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.
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 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.
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 will be desolate; for the grass has 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 they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook of the willows.
Enti ahonyadeɛ a wɔapɛ agu hɔ no wɔsoa de kɔtwa mpampuro bɔnhwa.
8 For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing 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 on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on 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.
