Isaiah 16
1 Send the tribute lambs to the ruler of the land, from Sela in the desert to the mount of Daughter Zion.
Botinda mpate lokola mpako epai ya mokambi ya mokili; wuta na Sela kino na ngomba Siona, mboka kitoko, bokatisa esobe.
2 Like fluttering birds pushed out of the nest, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon:
Bakobengana basi ya Moabi lokola bandeke na zala na yango, na suka ya ebale ya Arinoni.
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.
« Pesa biso toli, kamata mokano. Sala ete elili na yo ezala lokola butu na moyi makasi. Bomba bato oyo bakimeli epai na yo, kobimisa bango te.
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,
Tika ete bato ya Moabi oyo bakimi epai na yo bawumela elongo na yo! Zala nguba na bango liboso ya mobomi. » Tango minyoko ekokoma na suka, kobebisama ekotikala lisusu te mpe koboma ekosila na mokili.
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.
Kiti ya bokonzi ekolendisama na bolingo; moto moko akovanda na kiti yango na bosolo, akobimela na ndako ya Davidi: alukaka bosembo kati na kosambisa mpe alongisaka makambo ya bosembo.
6 We have heard of Moab’s pomposity, his exceeding pride and conceit, his overflowing arrogance. But his boasting is empty.
Toyokaki sango ya lolendo ya Moabi, ndenge atombolaka mapeka: lolendo na ye oyo eleka ndelo mpe lofundu na ye, lolendo mpe maloba na ye ya lofundu ezanga na yango tina.
7 Therefore let Moab wail; let them wail together for Moab. Moan for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, you who are utterly stricken.
Yango wana, bato ya Moabi bakosala matanga, bakomilela bango na bango mpo na Moabi. Bolela mpe bozala na mawa mpo na mikate ya Kiri-Aresheti, oyo basala na bambuma ya vino.
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.
Mpo ete bilanga ya Eshiboni esili kokawuka elongo na bilanga ya vino ya Sibima. Bakambi ya bikolo babukaki-bukaki bitape na yango oyo eleki kitoko, oyo ekenda kino na Yaezeri mpe eleka kino na esobe. Bitape yango ezalaki epanzana makasi mpe ekenda mosika kino na ebale monene.
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.
Yango wana, nazali kolela lokola Yaezeri mpo na vino ya Sibima. Eshiboni mpe Eleale, nazali kosopa mpinzoli mpo na bino! Koganga ya esengo esili mpo bambuma na bino mpe mpo na biloko oyo bobuki na bilanga na bino.
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.
Esengo mpe kosepela ebungi na bilanga ya kitoko, banzembo mpe koganga ya esengo ezali lisusu te kati na bilanga ya vino! Mokamoli vino akokamola lisusu te kati na ekamolelo, pamba te nakosukisa koganga.
11 Therefore my heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir-heres.
Motema na ngai ezali kolela lokola lindanda mpo na Moabi, mpe kati ya motema na ngai ezali komona pasi mpo na Kiri-Aresheti.
12 When Moab appears on the high place, when he wearies himself and enters his sanctuary to pray, it will do him no good.
Bakomona Moabi komata na bisambelo ya likolo ya bangomba mpo na kobondela na esika na ye ya bule, kasi akolonga te.
13 This is the message that the LORD spoke earlier concerning Moab.
Yango nde liloba oyo Yawe aloba wuta kala mpo na Moabi.
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.”
Kasi Yawe alobi sik’oyo boye: « Etikali mibu misato, kobakisa ata mokolo moko te, bato ya lokumu ya Moabi mpe ebele ya bato na ye bakosambwa, bongo bato na ye oyo bakobika bakozala kaka moke mpe bakozanga makasi. »
