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!
Ko te poropititanga mo Moapa. He po kotahi ka ngaro a Ara o Moapa, a kore iho; he po ano hoki, ka ngaro a Kiri o Moapa, a kore iho.
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.
Kua riro ia ki runga ki Paiti, ki Ripono, ki nga wahi tiketike tangi ai: ka auetia e Moapa a Nepo raua ko Merepa; he mea moremore katoa o ratou mahunga, tapahi rawa nga kumikumi katoa.
3 They wear sackcloth in their streets. On the rooftops and in the open squares they all weep, falling down crying.
Ko o ratou whitiki i o ratou ara he kakahu taratara: ka aue ratou katoa i runga i o ratou whare, i o ratou waharoa, nui atu te tangi.
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.
Ka hamama hoki a Hehepona raua ko Ereare: ka rangona to ratou reo i Iahata rawa: no reira hamama ana nga mau patu o Moapa; ka wiri tona wairua i roto i a ia.
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.
E tangi ana toku ngakau ki a Moapa; rere ana ona rangatira ki Toara, ki Ekarata Herihia: he tangi nei hoki ta ratou i te pikitanga ki Ruhiti, i te mea e piki ana i reira; i te ara hoki ki Horonaimi ka pa ta ratou karanga o te ngaromanga.
6 The waters of Nimrim have all dried up. The grass is withered, all the vegetation has disappeared—nothing green is left.
Ka takoto kau noa nga wai o Nimirimi: kua maroke hoki te tarutaru, kua mate te otaota, kahore he mea e tupu ana.
7 Everything they had gained, all their possessions, they have to carry across Willow River.
Na, ko a ratou mea maha, me a ratou mea i te rongoa, ka kawea e ratou ki te awa i nga wirou.
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.
Kua taiawhiotia hoki nga rohe o Moapa e te karanga; kua tae tona aue ki Ekeraima, tona aue ki Peererimi.
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.
Kei te ki hoki nga wai o Rimono i te toto; tera atu taku e whakapa ai ki Rimona, he raiona ki nga oranga o Moapa, ki nga morehu ano o te whenua.
