Isaiah 16
1 Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela through the desert, to the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
Sila moilai bai bagade da Moua: be hafoga: i soge amo ganodini gala. Amoga, Moua: be dunu da Yelusaleme ouligisu dunu ilima sibi mano iasisa.
2 The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
Ilia da Anone Hano amo ea bega: ouesalebe ba: sa. Ilia da udigili lalebe. Ilia da sio amo da enoga ilia bibi amoga sefasi agoai ba: sa.
3 Think about it and make a decision. Make your shadow as invisible at midday as during the night. Hide the refugees; don't betray them as they run away.
Ilia da Yuda dunuma amane adole ba: sa, “Ninia adi hamoma: bela: ? Dilia adoma! Nini gaga: ma! Ifa da gia: i esomogoa amoga ougi iaha. Amo defele, ninia da dilia ougiga helefimusa: dawa: lala. Ninia da mugululi asi dunu. Dunu eno da nini mae ba: ma: ne, dilia nini wamolegema.
4 Let my refugees stay among you, Moab. Hide them from our enemies until the destroyer is no more, the destruction is over, and the aggressive invaders have gone.
Ninia da dilia soge ganodini esaloma: ne, dilia logo fodoma. Eno dunu nini mae wadela: ma: ne, dilia gaga: ma. (Fa: no amo se nabasu amola soge wadela: su hou da dagoiwane ba: mu. Wadela: lesisu dunu da asi dagoi ba: mu.
5 Then a kingdom will be set up based on trustworthy love, and on its throne will sit a faithful king from the line of David. He will judge fairly, and will be passionately committed to doing what is right.
Amasea, Da: ibidi egaga fi dunu afae da Hina Bagade ba: mu. E da moloidafa amola asigiwane, Ea fi dunu ouligimu. E da hedolo hou ida: iwane fawane hamomu, amola E da ouligibiba: le, moloidafa fofada: su hou da ba: mu.)
6 We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
Yuda dunu da amane sia: sa, “Ninia da nabi dagoi. Moua: be dunu da gasa fili ilila: hou gaguia gadosa. Ilia da gasa fili hidasa, be ilia hidasu hou da hamedei.”
7 All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
Moua: be dunu da se bagade nababeba: le, bagadewane dimu. Ilia da musa: Geha: lasede moilai bai bagadega ha: i manu ida: iwane nasu, amo dawa: beba: le dimu. Ilia da baligiliwane da: i diomu.
8 Heshbon's fields have dried up, as have Sibmah's grapevines. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the vines that once branched out to Jazer and east towards the desert, and west as far as the sea.
Ifabi amo Hesiabone gadenei, amola Sibima moilai waini sagai (Moua: be ouligisu dunu da amoga waini nanu, feloale asi) amo da wadela: lesi dagoi. Musa: amo waini sagai da soge amo da Ya: isa moilai bai bagade asili, gusudili asili, hafoga: i sogega doaga: i, amola gududi asili, Bogoi Hano Wayabo ea na: iyado bega: doaga: i - soge bagade.
9 So I cry with Jazer for Sibmah's vines; I soak Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Nobody shouts in celebration over your summer fruit and your harvest any more.
Wali, na da Sibima waini sagai amola Ya: isa moilai bai bagade amo dawa: beba: le, disa. Na da Hesiabone amola Ilia: ile amo moilai dawa: beba: le, disa. Bai dunu hahawane ba: ma: ne, waini fage amola ha: i manu faisu da hame ba: sa.
10 Joy and happiness are gone. Nobody celebrates in the harvest fields or the vineyards; nobody shouts happily. Nobody treads grapes in the winepresses. I have stopped their cheering.
Wali amo nasegagi ifabi ganodini, haha dunu da hame ba: sa. Waini sagai ganodini dunu afae da hame wele sia: sa o gesami hame hea: sa. Amola waini hano hamoma: ne, dunu afae da waini fage amoga hame osa: gisa. Hahawane wele sia: su da dagoi.
11 Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
Na da Moua: be amola Geha: lasede dawa: beba: le, da: i dioiba: le, gogonomosa.
12 The Moabites go and wear themselves out worshiping at their high places. They go to their shrines to pray, but it does them no good.
Moua: be fi dunu da ilia goumi sema sogebi amola sia: ne gadosu diasu amoga ilia ogogosu ‘gode’ liligi amoma sia: ne gadomusa: ahoasea, helei bagade naba. Be amo da ili fidimu hamedei.
13 This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
Amo sia: huluane Hina Gode da Moua: be fi ilia hou olelema: ne, musa: sia: i dagoi.
14 But now the Lord speaks again, and says, In three years, just as a contract worker precisely counts years, Moab's glory will turn into something to be laughed at. Despite there being so many Moabites now, soon there will only be a few feeble people left.
Amola wali Hina Gode da amane sia: sa, “Ode udiana da gidigili, amo esodafa Moua: be fi ilia bagade gagui hou da ebelei dagoi ba: mu. Wali ilia da dunu bagohame esala, be bagahamedafa da esalebe ba: mu, amola amo bagahame esalebe da gasa hame ba: mu.”
