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.
Botinda mpate lokola mpako epai ya mokambi ya mokili; wuta na Sela kino na ngomba Siona, mboka kitoko, bokatisa esobe.
2 The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
Bakobengana basi ya Moabi lokola bandeke na zala na yango, na suka ya ebale ya 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.
« Pesa biso toli, kamata mokano. Sala ete elili na yo ezala lokola butu na moyi makasi. Bomba bato oyo bakimeli epai na yo, kobimisa bango te.
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.
Tika ete bato ya Moabi oyo bakimi epai na yo bawumela elongo na yo! Zala nguba na bango liboso ya mobomi. » Tango minyoko ekokoma na suka, kobebisama ekotikala lisusu te mpe koboma ekosila na mokili.
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.
Kiti ya bokonzi ekolendisama na bolingo; moto moko akovanda na kiti yango na bosolo, akobimela na ndako ya Davidi: alukaka bosembo kati na kosambisa mpe alongisaka makambo ya bosembo.
6 We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
Toyokaki sango ya lolendo ya Moabi, ndenge atombolaka mapeka: lolendo na ye oyo eleka ndelo mpe lofundu na ye, lolendo mpe maloba na ye ya lofundu ezanga na yango tina.
7 All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
Yango wana, bato ya Moabi bakosala matanga, bakomilela bango na bango mpo na Moabi. Bolela mpe bozala na mawa mpo na mikate ya Kiri-Aresheti, oyo basala na bambuma ya vino.
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.
Mpo ete bilanga ya Eshiboni esili kokawuka elongo na bilanga ya vino ya Sibima. Bakambi ya bikolo babukaki-bukaki bitape na yango oyo eleki kitoko, oyo ekenda kino na Yaezeri mpe eleka kino na esobe. Bitape yango ezalaki epanzana makasi mpe ekenda mosika kino na ebale monene.
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.
Yango wana, nazali kolela lokola Yaezeri mpo na vino ya Sibima. Eshiboni mpe Eleale, nazali kosopa mpinzoli mpo na bino! Koganga ya esengo esili mpo bambuma na bino mpe mpo na biloko oyo bobuki na bilanga na bino.
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.
Esengo mpe kosepela ebungi na bilanga ya kitoko, banzembo mpe koganga ya esengo ezali lisusu te kati na bilanga ya vino! Mokamoli vino akokamola lisusu te kati na ekamolelo, pamba te nakosukisa koganga.
11 Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
Motema na ngai ezali kolela lokola lindanda mpo na Moabi, mpe kati ya motema na ngai ezali komona pasi mpo na Kiri-Aresheti.
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.
Bakomona Moabi komata na bisambelo ya likolo ya bangomba mpo na kobondela na esika na ye ya bule, kasi akolonga te.
13 This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
Yango nde liloba oyo Yawe aloba wuta kala mpo na Moabi.
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.
Kasi Yawe alobi sik’oyo boye: « Etikali mibu misato, kobakisa ata mokolo moko te, bato ya lokumu ya Moabi mpe ebele ya bato na ye bakosambwa, bongo bato na ye oyo bakobika bakozala kaka moke mpe bakozanga makasi. »
