Isaiah 16
1 Send the tribute lambs to the ruler of the land, from Sela in the desert to the mount of Daughter Zion.
Zion canu mon dawk kaawm e ram ukkung bawi hanelah, Sela kho hoi kahrawngum lam lahoi tuca hah patawn haw.
2 Like fluttering birds pushed out of the nest, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon:
Arnon palang rakanae koe e lamthungnaw dawk, Moab canunaw teh tabu raphoe lah ao teh kamleng e tavanaw patetlah ao awh.
3 “Give us counsel; render a decision. Shelter us at noonday with shade as dark as night. Hide the refugees; do not betray the one who flees.
Pouknae na poe awh haw. Lannae lahoi laideitâtueng awh haw. Kanî tuengtalueng thun nah e na tâhlip hah, karum patetlah awm sak awh haw. Pâlei e naw hah hrawk awh. Ka yawng e naw hah pahnawt awh hanh.
4 Let my fugitives stay with you; be a refuge for Moab from the destroyer.” When the oppressor has gone, destruction has ceased, and the oppressors have vanished from the land,
Moab ram hoi a pâlei teh a takhoe e naw hah nangmouh koe rei awm naseh. Ahnimouh karaphoenaw e kut dawk hoi rawngkhan hanelah kângue e lah awm awh. Ka hnephnapnaw ao awh hoeh torei, raphoenae teh a roum torei, reprep ka coungroe e taminaw teh talai van hoi a kahma awh torei teh,
5 in loving devotion a throne will be established in the tent of David. A judge seeking justice and hastening righteousness will sit on it in faithfulness.
bawitungkhung teh lungpatawnae lahoi a cak han. Hote tahungnae dawkvah, Devit e lukkareiim thung hoi buet touh ni lawkceng vaiteh, lannae hah tawng vaiteh, lannae hah karanglah sak vaiteh, yuemkamcunae lahoi a tahung han.
6 We have heard of Moab’s pomposity, his exceeding pride and conceit, his overflowing arrogance. But his boasting is empty.
Moab e kâoupnae, banghloimaw a kâoup, ahnie lunglennae, a kâoupnae, a kaisuenae pueng teh maimouh ni thai awh toe. A kâoupnae pueng teh ahrawnghrang doeh.
7 Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly stricken.
Hatdawkvah, Moab khocanaw teh, Moab kho hanelah a cingou awh han. Khoca pueng a cingou awh han. Nangmouh teh Kirhareseth kho e misur vaiyeinaw hanelah na cingou awh han. Ahnimouh teh atangcalah puenghoi runae a kâhmo awh han.
8 For the fields of Heshbon have withered, along with the grapevines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations have trampled its choicest vines, which had reached as far as Jazer and spread toward the desert. Their shoots had spread out and passed over the sea.
Bangkongtetpawiteh, Heshbon laikawknaw, Sibmah misurkungnaw teh ketkamyai teh a ke awh toe. Miphunnaw ukkung bawinaw ni misurbomnaw teh a khoe awh toe. Hote akungnaw teh, Jazer kho totouh a pha teh, kahrawngum totouh a yam awh. Hote a kangnaw teh, tuipui ka tapuet lah a yam awh.
9 So I weep with Jazer for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.
Hatdawkvah, Jazer kho hoi cungtalah Sibmah misurnaw hanelah ka khuika. Oe Heshbon kho hoi Elealeh kho, nang hah ka mitphi hoi cupcup na duk sak han. Bangkongtetpawiteh, nange kompawi a pawhik hoi caâpawi a pawhiknaw teh a kâhat toe.
10 Joy and gladness are removed from the orchard; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards. No one tramples the grapes in the winepresses; I have put an end to the cheering.
Lunghawinae hoi nawmnae teh talai kahawi dawk hoi takhoe lah ao toe. Misur takha dawk lunghawinae la saknae awm hoeh. Lunghawinae hoi hramnae awm hoeh. Misur paw katinnaw ni katinnae dawkvah misur paw hah katin awh hoeh. Hramki lawk ka kâhat sak toe.
11 Therefore my heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir-heres.
Hatdawkvah, kaie ka lung teh, Moab ram hanelah, ka lungthin teh Kirhareseth kho hanelah ratoung lawk patetlah a cingou toe.
12 When Moab appears on the high place, when he wearies himself and enters his sanctuary to pray, it will do him no good.
Moabnaw ni a rasangnae hmuen koe, tawntam laihoi ratoum hanelah, amamae kathounge hmuen koe a tho awh navah, banghai hawinae hmawt awh mahoeh.
13 This is the message that the LORD spoke earlier concerning Moab.
Hethateh, atuvah Moab ram hoi kâkuen e BAWIPA ni a dei e lawk doeh.
14 And now the LORD says, “In three years, as a hired worker counts the years, Moab’s splendor will become an object of contempt, with all her many people. And those who are left will be few and feeble.”
Atu BAWIPA ni a dei e teh, kum thum touh thung, thaw ka tawk hanlah hlai e ni thaw a tawknae kum patetlah Moab e bawilennae teh tami moikapap ni a khet rahnoum awh han. Kacawie naw teh ekvoi ayounca awh dawkvah, a tha a baw awh ati toe.
