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.
“Muweereze abaana b’endiga eri oyo afuga ensi, okuva e Seera, ng’oyita mu ddungu, okutuuka ku lusozi lwa Muwala wa Sayuuni.
2 The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
Ng’ennyonyi ezabulwako ekisu n’ezisaasaana nga zidda eno n’eri, bwe batyo bwe baliba abawala ba Mowaabu awasomokerwa Alunooni.
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.
“Tuwe ku magezi, tubuulire, tukole tutya? Mutusiikirize mubeere ng’ekittuluze wakati mu ttuntu, Abajja bagobebwa mubakweke, abajja badaaga temubalyamu lukwe.
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.
Muleke aba Mowaabu abajja bagobebwa babeere nammwe. Mubataakirize oyo ayagala okubamalawo.” Omujoozi bw’aweddewo, n’okubetentebwa ne kuggwaawo; omulumbaganyi aliggwaawo mu nsi.
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.
Entebe ey’obwakabaka eryoke etekebwewo mu kwagala, era ku yo kutuuleko omufuzi ow’omu nnyumba ya Dawudi alamula mu bwesigwa era anoonya obwenkanya era ayanguwa okukola eby’obutuukirivu.
6 We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
Tuwulidde amalala ga Mowaabu, nga bw’ajjudde okwemanya, n’amalala ge n’okuvuma; naye okwemanya kwe tekugasa.
7 All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
Noolwekyo leka Mowaabu akaabe, leka buli muntu akaabire ku Mowaabu. Mukungubage, musaalirwe obugaati bw’emizabbibu egy’e Kirukalesesi.
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.
Ennimiro ez’e Kesuboni zikaze, n’emizabbibu gy’e Sibuma giweddewo. Abafuzi b’amawanga batemeddewo ddala emiti gyabwe egyasinganga obulungi, egyabunanga ne gituuka e Yazeri nga giggukira mu ddungu n’emitunsi nga gibuna nga gituukira ddala mu nnyanja.
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.
Noolwekyo kyenva nkaaba amaziga nga Yazeri bw’akaaba olw’omuzabbibu ogw’e Sibuma. Nakufukirira nkutobye n’amaziga gange, ggwe Kesuboni ne Ereyale: kubanga essanyu ery’ebibala byo n’ebyokukungula byo lizikiziddwa.
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.
Ennimiro engimu ziweddemu essanyu n’okweyagala; ne mu nnimiro z’emizabbibu temuliba ayimba wadde aleekaana; mu masogolero temulibaamu musogozi asogoleramu nvinnyo; okuleekaana kw’omusogozi ng’asogola kukomye.
11 Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
Omutima gwange kyeguva gukaabira Mowaabu mu ddoboozi ng’ery’ennanga, emmeeme yange munda n’ekaabira Kirukeresi.
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.
Awo Mowaabu bw’alyeyanjula, mu bifo ebigulumivu, alyekooya yekka; bw’aligenda okusamira, tekirimuyamba.
13 This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
Ekyo kye kigambo Mukama kye yayogera ku Mowaabu mu biro eby’edda.
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.
Naye kaakano Mukama Katonda agamba nti, “Mu myaka esatu, ng’omukozi gwe bapangisizza bwe yandigibaze, ekitiibwa kya Mowaabu kijja kuba nga kifuuse ekivume ekinyoomebwa, newaakubadde ng’alina ekibiina ekinene; era walisigalawo abantu batono ate nga banafu ddala.”
