< 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.
Anthu a ku Mowabu atumiza mphatso za ana ankhosa onenepa, kuchokera ku Sela kudutsa chipululu mpaka kukafika ku phiri la Ziyoni.
2 The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
Monga momwe mbalame zimawulukira uku ndi uku akazimwaza mʼchisa, momwemonso akazi a ku Mowabu akuyendayenda ku madooko a Arinoni.
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.
Amowabu aja anawuza a ku Yuda kuti, “Tiwuzeni chochita, gamulani zoti tichite. Inu mutiteteze kwa adani anthu. Mukhale ngati mthunzi wathu dzuwa lili pa liwombo. Mutibise, musatipereke ife othawa nkhondo kwa adani athu.
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.
Lolani kuti anthu othawa nkhondo a ku Mowabu azikhala pakati panu; mukhale populumukira pawo kwa wowonongayo.” Nthawi idzafika ndipo wozunzayo sadzakhalaponso, kuwononga kudzaleka; waukaliyo adzachoka mʼdzikomo.
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.
Mpando waufumu udzakhazikitsidwa mwachikondi; mmodzi mwa zidzukulu za Davide adzakhalapo mokhulupirika. Iyeyo poweruza adzatsata chilungamo ndipo adzalimbikitsa kuchita zachilungamo.
6 We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
Tinamva kuti Mowabu anadzikuza kwambiri. Kunyada kwawo ndi kunyogodola kwawo ndi kudzitama kwawo, zonse ndi zopanda phindu.
7 All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
Nʼchifukwa chake Amowabu akulira kwambiri; iwo akulirira dziko lawo. Akubuma momvetsa chisoni chifukwa cha makeke a mphesa a ku Kiri Hareseti.
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.
Minda ya ku Hesiboni yauma, minda ya mpesa ya ku Sibina yaguga. Atsogoleri a mitundu ina anapondaponda minda ya mpesa wabwino, imene nthambi zake zinakafika ku Yazeri, mpaka kutambalalira ku chipululu. Mizu yake inakafika mpaka ku tsidya la nyanja.
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.
Kotero Ine ndikulira, monga mmene akulirira anthu a ku Yazeri, chifukwa cha minda ya mpesa ya ku Sibima. Inu anthu a ku Hesiboni, inu anthu a ku Eleali, ndikukunyowetsani ndi misozi! Mwalephera kupeza zokolola, chifukwa cha nkhondo imene inawononga zokolola zonse.
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.
Chimwemwe ndi chisangalalo zalekeka ku minda yanu ya zipatso; palibe amene akuyimba kapena kufuwula mʼminda ya mpesa; palibe amene akupsinya vinyo ku malo opsinyira mphesa, pakuti ndathetsa kufuwula.
11 Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
Chifukwa chake moyo wanga ukulira ngati pangwe kulirira Mowabu, mtima wanga ukubuwula chifukwa cha Kiri Hareseti.
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.
Ngakhale anthu a ku Mowabu apite ku malo awo achipembedzo koma amangodzitopetsa ndi kutaya nthawi chabe chifukwa sizidzatheka.
13 This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
Awa ndi mawu amene Yehova wayankhula kale zokhudza Mowabu.
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.
Koma tsopano Yehova akuti, “Zisanathe zaka zitatu, potsata mʼmene munthu waganyu amawerengera, ulemerero wa Mowabu udzakhala utatheratu ndipo anthu ake ambiri adzakhala atawonongeka, ndipo opulumuka ake adzakhala ochepa ndi ofowoka.”

< Isaiah 16 >