Isaiah 16
1 Send the lamb of the ruler of the land from the rock to the wilderness, — unto the mount of the daughter of Zion.
Unga e koutou nga reme ki te rangatira o te whenua, i Hera i te koraha, ki te maunga o te tamahine a Hiona.
2 And it shall be [that] as a wandering bird, [as] a scattered nest, so shall the daughters of Moab be at the fords of the Arnon.
Kei te manu haereere noa hoki, kei te mea i maka mai i te kohanga, te rite o nga tamahine a Moapa i nga kauanga i Aranono.
3 Bring in counsel, execute justice; make thy shadow as the night in the midst of noonday; hide the outcasts, discover not the fugitive.
Kia takoto te whakaaro, whakaritea te whakawa; ko tou whakamarumaru i te poutumarotanga kia rite ki te po; huna te hunga i peia; kaua te atiutiu noa e whakaaturia.
4 Let mine outcasts dwell with thee, Moab; be thou a covert to them from the face of the waster. For the extortioner is at an end, the wasting hath ceased, the oppressors are consumed out of the land.
Tukua aku whati kia noho ki a koe; tena ko Moapa, ko koe hei piringa mo ratou kei mate i te kaipahua: kua kore hoki te kaiwhakate, mutu pu ta te kaipahua, kua poto atu nga kaiwhakatupu kino i runga i te whenua.
5 And a throne shall be established in mercy: and in the tent of David there shall sit upon it, in truth, one judging and seeking justice and hastening righteousness.
A ka whakapumautia he torona i runga i te tohu tangata: ka nohoia e tetahi i runga i te pono, i roto ano i te teneti o Rawiri; me te whakawa, me te rapu i te tikanga o te whakawa, he hohoro hoki ki te mahi i te tika.
6 We have heard of the arrogance of Moab, — [he is] very proud, — of his pride, and his arrogance, and his wrath: his pratings are vain.
Kua rongo tatou ki te whakakake o Moapa; nui atu tona whakakake; ki tona whakapehapeha, ki tona whakakake, ki tona pukuriri; kahore he tikanga o ana whakamanamana.
7 Therefore shall Moab howl for Moab; every one of them shall howl. For the foundations of Kirhareseth shall ye mourn, verily afflicted.
Mo reira ka aue a Moapa ki a Moapa, ka aue katoa; ka tangi koutou ki nga keke karepe o Kiriharehete, kua moti rawa.
8 For the fields of Heshbon languish, the vine of Sibmah; the lords of the nations have broken down its choice plants: they reached unto Jaazer, they wandered [through] the wilderness; its shoots stretched out, they went beyond the sea.
Kua kahakore hoki nga mara o Hehepona, me te waina o Hipima; he mea whatiwhati na nga rangatira o nga iwi ona waina pai rawa, i tae nei ki Iatere rawa, i toro haere atu ki te koraha: i toha haere ona peka, i whiti ki tera taha o te moana.
9 Therefore I will weep with the weeping of Jaazer for the vine of Sibmah; with my tears will I water thee, Heshbon, and Elealeh, for a cry is fallen upon thy summer fruits and upon thy harvest.
Mo reira ka tangihia e ahau te waina o Hipima, kei te tangi mo Iatere te rite: ka whakamakuku ahau i a koe ki oku roimate, e Hehepona, e Ereare; kua tau hoki te hamama o te pakanga ki runga ki au hua raumati, ki runga ki tau tapahanga witi.
10 And joy and gladness is taken away out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there is no singing, neither is there shouting: the treaders tread out no wine in the presses, I have made the cry [of the winepress] to cease.
Kua tangohia atu te hari, me te koa i te mara momona; kahore hoki he waiata i nga mara waina, kahore he iere harakoa; e kore nga kaitakahi e takahi waina i a ratou poka waina; kua whakamutua e ahau te hamama o te mahinga waina.
11 Therefore my bowels sound like a harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirheres.
Na reira, ano he hapa oku whekau e tangi ana ki a Moapa, a roto i ahau ki Kiriharehe.
12 And it shall come to pass, when Moab shall appear, shall weary himself on the high place, and enter into his sanctuary to pray, that he shall not prevail.
Na, ka puta mai a Moapa, ka mauiui i runga i te wahi tiketike, a ka haere ki tona wahi tapu inoi ai, heoi e kore e taea e ia.
13 This is the word which Jehovah hath spoken from of old concerning Moab.
Ko te kupu tenei i korerotia e Ihowa mo Moapa i mua.
14 And now Jehovah speaketh saying, Within three years, as the years of a hired servant, and the glory of Moab shall be brought to nothing, with all that great multitude; and the remnant shall be small, few, of no account.
Engari kua korero a Ihowa inaianei, kua mea, Kia toru nga tau, kia rite ki nga tau o te kaimahi, ka whakahaweatia te kororia o Moapa, me tona mano tini; a ko te toenga he iti rawa, he kahore noa iho.
