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!
Esiae nye nyagblɔɖi ɖe Moab ŋu: woatsrɔ̃ Ar le Moab, woagbãe le zã! Woatsrɔ̃ Kir le Moab, woagbã wo le zã!
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.
Wò ame siwo le Dibon la lũ ta kolikoli, eye wolũ woƒe ge hã hele konyi fam vevie, eye woyi ɖe woƒe mawu Nebo kple Medeba ƒe gbedoxɔwo me ne woafa na wo.
3 They wear sackcloth in their streets. On the rooftops and in the open squares they all weep, falling down crying.
Wo katã wota akpanya hele zɔzɔm le mɔtatawo dzi; wo katã wole ɣli dom le xɔwo tame kple ablɔwo me eye wotsɔ mo tsyɔ anyi hele avi fam.
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.
Ame siwo le Hesbon kple Eleale le avi fam sesĩe ale gbegbe be, woƒe ɣlidodo ɖo keke Yahaz. Esia na be Moab ƒe aʋawɔlawo wo avi gboo, eye dzi ɖe le wo ƒo.
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.
Nye dzi le nu xam le Moab ŋu. Eƒe aʋasilawo si yi keke Zoar, eye wode Eglat Selisia ke. Woyi Luhit to dzi kple avifafa, eye le Horonaim mɔ dzi la, wonɔ konyi fam tso woƒe gbegblẽ ŋuti.
6 The waters of Nimrim have all dried up. The grass is withered, all the vegetation has disappeared—nothing green is left.
Nimrim tɔsisi la hã amie, ahaƒu kplakplakpla, eye gbewo katã ayrɔ; nu miemiewo katã aku, eye gbe mumu aɖeke maganɔ anyi o.
7 Everything they had gained, all their possessions, they have to carry across Willow River.
Ale woƒe kesinɔnu siwo wokpɔ heli kɔe ɖi la, woatsɔe atso Amutitɔʋu lae.
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.
Woƒe konyifaɣli le ɖiɖim le Moab ƒe liƒowo dzi; woƒe avifafa ɖo keke Eglaim, eye woƒe konyifafa ɖo Beer Elim.
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.
Dimon tɔsisiwo yɔ fũu kple ʋu, gake mahe nu vɔ̃ɖi wu esia ava Dimon dzi. Dzata aɖo Moab ƒe aʋasilawo kple ame siwo susɔ ɖe anyigba dzi la dome.
