Isaiah 15
1 A message about Moab. The town of Ar in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a single night! The town of Kir in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a single night!
Moua: be fi ea hou olelema: ne, sia: da amane gala. A moilai bai bagade amola Gio moilai bai bagade da gasi afadafa fawane ganodini, gugunufinisi dagoi ba: sa. Amola Moua: be soge ganodini, sia: da hame naba. Ouiya: su fawane naba.
2 The people of Dibon go up to their temple to weep at its high places. The Moabites weep over the towns of Nebo and Medeba. Every head has been shaved, every beard has been cut off in mourning.
Daibone moilai bai bagade dunu da agoloba: le heda: le, ilia ogogosu ‘gode’ ea nodosu gagui liligi amoga dinana. Nibou moilai bai bagade amola Mediba moilai da wadela: lesi dagoiba: le, Moua: be dunu da didigia: lala. Ilia bagade da: i dioiba: le, ilia dialuma amola mayabo waga: i dagoi.
3 They wear sackcloth in their streets. On the rooftops and in the open squares they all weep, falling down crying.
Dunu huluane moilai logo ganodini da wadela: i eboboi abula amoga ga: i dagoi ba: sa. Moilai gagoi ganodini, amola diasu gadodili esalebe dunu huluane da dinanawane wele sia: sa.
4 The people of Heshbon and Elealeh cry out in sadness, their voices heard as far as Jahaz. That's why even the bravest soldiers of Moab shout—because they're so terrified.
Hesiabone amola Isala: ili dunu da se nabawane wele sia: sa. Amola Ya: iha: se dunu da ilia wele sia: su amo sedagaga naba. Dadi gagui dunu amolawane da yagugusa. Ilia da bagadewane beda: i.
5 I weep over Moab. Moabite refugees run all the way to Zoar and to Eglath-shelishiyah. Weeping they go up Luhith hill; crying for their destruction they walk along the road to Horonaim.
Amo hou da Moua: be fi ilima doaga: beba: le, na da ilima dawa: lala. Dunu da hobeale, Soue moilai bai bagade amola Egalade Selisiade moilai bai bagadega doaga: i. Mogili da Liuhidi doaga: musa: diginiwane logoga ahoa. Mogili da Holona: ime moilaiga doaga: musa: diginiwane hobeasa.
6 The waters of Nimrim have all dried up. The grass is withered, all the vegetation has disappeared—nothing green is left.
Nimilimi hano da hafoga: i dagoi. Gisi ea bega: dialebe da bioi dagoi, amola golofoyei liligi da hamedafa ba: sa.
7 Everything they had gained, all their possessions, they have to carry across Willow River.
Dunu mogili ilia liligi huluane gaguli Yodima Ifa Fago degele, hobeale masunu logo hogolala.
8 Their cry of grief echoes through the whole country of Moab; their wailing and mourning extends all the way from Eglaim to Beer-elim.
Moua: be soge alalo legei huluane amoga dunu da gilisili bagadewane dinana. Egela: ime moilai amola Bieilimi moilaiga didigia: su bagade naba.
9 River Dimon is full of blood, but I will bring more upon the town of Dimon—a lion to attack the Moabite refugees and those who are left in the country.
Daibone moilai bai bagadega hano da maga: mega yoi hamoi dagoi. Amola Gode da amo dunu ilima bu baligili se eno imunusa: dawa: lala. Dafawane! Moua: be dunu huluane ilia soge ganodini esalebe ba: sa, amo huluane da medole legei dagoi ba: mu.
