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.
Unga e koutou nga reme ki te rangatira o te whenua, i Hera i te koraha, ki te maunga o te tamahine a Hiona.
2 The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
Kei te manu haereere noa hoki, kei te mea i maka mai i te kohanga, te rite o nga tamahine a Moapa i nga kauanga i Aranono.
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.
Kia takoto te whakaaro, whakaritea te whakawa; ko tou whakamarumaru i te poutumarotanga kia rite ki te po; huna te hunga i peia; kaua te atiutiu noa e whakaaturia.
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.
Tukua aku whati kia noho ki a koe; tena ko Moapa, ko koe hei piringa mo ratou kei mate i te kaipahua: kua kore hoki te kaiwhakate, mutu pu ta te kaipahua, kua poto atu nga kaiwhakatupu kino i runga i te whenua.
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.
A ka whakapumautia he torona i runga i te tohu tangata: ka nohoia e tetahi i runga i te pono, i roto ano i te teneti o Rawiri; me te whakawa, me te rapu i te tikanga o te whakawa, he hohoro hoki ki te mahi i te tika.
6 We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
Kua rongo tatou ki te whakakake o Moapa; nui atu tona whakakake; ki tona whakapehapeha, ki tona whakakake, ki tona pukuriri; kahore he tikanga o ana whakamanamana.
7 All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
Mo reira ka aue a Moapa ki a Moapa, ka aue katoa; ka tangi koutou ki nga keke karepe o Kiriharehete, kua moti rawa.
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.
Kua kahakore hoki nga mara o Hehepona, me te waina o Hipima; he mea whatiwhati na nga rangatira o nga iwi ona waina pai rawa, i tae nei ki Iatere rawa, i toro haere atu ki te koraha: i toha haere ona peka, i whiti ki tera taha o te moana.
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.
Mo reira ka tangihia e ahau te waina o Hipima, kei te tangi mo Iatere te rite: ka whakamakuku ahau i a koe ki oku roimate, e Hehepona, e Ereare; kua tau hoki te hamama o te pakanga ki runga ki au hua raumati, ki runga ki tau tapahanga witi.
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.
Kua tangohia atu te hari, me te koa i te mara momona; kahore hoki he waiata i nga mara waina, kahore he iere harakoa; e kore nga kaitakahi e takahi waina i a ratou poka waina; kua whakamutua e ahau te hamama o te mahinga waina.
11 Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
Na reira, ano he hapa oku whekau e tangi ana ki a Moapa, a roto i ahau ki Kiriharehe.
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.
Na, ka puta mai a Moapa, ka mauiui i runga i te wahi tiketike, a ka haere ki tona wahi tapu inoi ai, heoi e kore e taea e ia.
13 This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
Ko te kupu tenei i korerotia e Ihowa mo Moapa i mua.
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.
Engari kua korero a Ihowa inaianei, kua mea, Kia toru nga tau, kia rite ki nga tau o te kaimahi, ka whakahaweatia te kororia o Moapa, me tona mano tini; a ko te toenga he iti rawa, he kahore noa iho.
