Isaiah 16
1 And they will send ... to the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
Ahitrifo mb’amy mpanjaka’ i taney o vik’añondry boak’ an-tseram- bato miatreke i fatrambeiio, mb’am-bohin’ anak’ampela’ i Tsione mb’eo.
2 For the daughters of Moab will be like wandering birds, like a place from which the young birds have gone in flight, at the ways across the Arnon.
Ie amy zao manahake ty voroñe naronje boak’ an-traño’ iareo ao, o anak’ ampela’ i Moabe amy fitsaha’ i Arnoneio.
3 Give wise directions, make a decision; let your shade be as night in full day: keep safe those who are in flight; do not give up the wandering ones.
Atorò, tampaho ty heve’o; manalinjò hoe te haleñe an-tsingilingilin’andro; aetaho o naitoañeo; ko aboake ty mipalitse.
4 Let those who have been forced out of Moab have a resting-place with you; be a cover to them from him who is making waste their land: till the cruel ones are cut off, and wasting has come to an end, and those who take pleasure in crushing the poor are gone from the land.
Adono hañialo ama’o ao ry Moabe o naitoañe amako, ehe ampitsoloho ami’ty tarehe’ i mpamaokey. Fa añe ty mpisenge hery, nijihetse i fikopahañey, le finaoke amy taney o mpamorekekeo.
5 Then a king's seat will be based on mercy, and one will be seated on it in the tent of David for ever; judging uprightly, and quick to do righteousness.
Haoreñe am-pikokoa-migahiñe ty fiambesatse, le hiambesatse ama’e ty mpizaka an-kavantaña’e, an-kivoho’ i Davide ao, ie ty hipay ty hatò vaho halisa amy fahiti’ey.
6 We have had word of the pride of Moab, how great it is; how he is lifted up in pride and passion: his high words about himself are false.
Fa jinanji’ay ty firengevoha’ i Moabe; ie loho miebotsebotse, ty amy fitoabora’e naho ty hakavokavo’e, ty harobodroboha’e, vaho ty fisengea’e kafoake.
7 For this cause everyone in Moab will give cries of grief for Moab: crushed to the earth, they will be weeping for the men of Kir-hareseth.
Aa le hangololoike ho a i Moabe t’i Moabe, songa hangoihoy; ho a ty mofo-mami’ i Kir-karesete ty hiroveta’ areo, tsipike ty anahelo.
8 For the fields of Heshbon are waste, the vine of Sibmah is dead; the lords of nations were overcome by the produce of her vines; her vine-plants went as far as Jazer, and came even to the waste land; her branches were stretched out to the sea.
Miforejeje o tonda’ i Kesboneo, naho ty vahe’ i Sibmà, fa pinekapeka’ o roandria’ o kilakila’ ndatioo o hatae fanjàka’eo; o nahatakatse Iazare añeo, nikariokarioke an-dratraratra ao; le nandrevake o tsampa’eo, nitsake i riakey.
9 For this cause my sorrow for the vine of Sibmah will be like the weeping for Jazer: my eyes are dropping water on you, O Heshbon and Elealeh! For they are sounding the war-cry over your summer fruits and the getting in of your grain;
Aa le hindre hirovetse ami’ty firoveta’ Iazare iraho ty amy vahe’ i Sibmày; ho tondrahako ranomaso irehe ry Kesbone, naho i Eleale; ty amy havokaran’asara’oy naho ty fitataha’o, fa inay ty koike aly.
10 And all joy is gone; no longer are they glad for the fertile field; and in the vine-gardens there are no songs or sounds of joy: the crushing of grapes has come to an end, and its glad cry has been stopped.
Fa tinavañe amy tonda-kobokaray ty hafaleañe naho ty rebeke; tsy aman-tsabo o tondam-baheo, tsy amam-pazake; tsy eo ty handialia divay amo fipiritañeo; fa nampitsiñeko ty koikoi’ iareo.
11 For this cause the cords of my heart are sounding for Moab, and I am full of sorrow for Kir-heres.
Aa le hanoiñe hoe marovany amy Moabe ty troko, naho ho a i Kir-karesete o añ’ovakoo.
12 And when Moab goes up to the high place, and makes prayer in the house of his god, it will have no effect.
Le ho tondroke te, ho oniñe midazidazitse ankaboa’ey t’i Moabe, ie mizilike amo navahe’eo hihalaly, f’ie tsy haharongatse.
13 This is the word which the Lord said about Moab in the past.
Izay ty nibekoe’ Iehovà haehae i Moabe.
14 But now the Lord has said, In three years, the years of a servant working for payment, the glory of Moab, all that great people, will be turned to shame, and the rest of Moab will be very small and without honour.
Hoe ka t’Iehovà henaneo: Tsy hahamodo telo taoñe, ami’ty fañiahan’androm-pikarama, le ho sirikaeñe ty enge’ i Moabe naho i valobohò’ey; le ho potrapotra’e avao ty ho sisa vaho tsy hanjofake.
