Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, [and] brought to nought; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, [and] brought to nought.
KA wanana no Moaba. A lukuia Ara-Moaba i ka po, ua anaiia; He oiaio, i ka po i lukuia'i o Kira-Moaba, Ua anai loa ia no.
2 They are gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep: Moab waileth over Nebo, and over Medeba; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is cut off.
Pii aku no ia i ka heiau, ma Dibona hoi, Ma na wahi kiekie e uwe ai. E aoa no o Moaba, no Nebo a me Medeba; E ohule no ko lakou poo a pau, E pau no ka umiumi i ke kahiia.
3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one waileth, weeping abundantly.
Ma kona alanui e kaei no lakou ia lakou iho i ke hapa ino: Maluna o kona mau hale, a ma kona wahi akea, E aoa no na mea a pau me ka waimaka e kahe ana.
4 And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz: therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul trembleth within him.
E uwe hamama no o Hesebona a me Eleale; E loheia ko lakou leo ma Iahaza; No ka mea, e uwe aku no ka poe kaua o Moaba, E ehaeha no kona naau maloko ona.
5 My heart crieth out for Moab; her nobles [flee] unto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
E uwe nui no ko'u naau no Moaba, O kona poe i pee, aia no ma Zoara, ma Egelaselesia: I ka pii ana i Luhita, pii lakou me ka uwe iho; Oiaio, ma ke ala o Horonaima lakou e uwe at ai no ka make.
6 For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass is withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is no green thing.
No ka mea, e mehameha auanei na wai o Nimerima, Ua maloo hoi ka mauu, ua pau ka launahele, aohe mea uliuli.
7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away over the brook of the willows.
Nolaila, ua laweia'ku ka waiwai i loaa ia ia, A me ka lakou ukana hoi, a i ke kahawai o na wilou.
8 For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the wailing thereof unto Eglaim, and the wailing thereof unto Beer-elim.
Ua poai kona uwe ana i na mokuna o Moaba; Ua hiki kona aoa i Egelaima, a me kona kaniuhu i Beer-Elima.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon them of Moab that escape, and upon the remnant of the land.
No ka mea, ua piha na wai o Dimona i ke koko: A e kau hou no wau maluna o Dimona, I na liona hoi maluna o ka poe i pakele o Moaba, A me ka poe o ka aina i koe.
