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.
Momfa nguantenmma sɛ sonkahiri nkɔma asase no sodifo, efi Sela fa nweatam no so, kɔka Ɔbabea Sion bepɔw no so.
2 The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
Te sɛ nnomaa a wɔaka wɔn afi berebuw mu na wotu nenam wim no saa na Moabfo mmea te wɔ Arnon asutwabea.
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.
Moab ka se, “Munsi mo adwene pi, monna mo gyinaesi adi. Monyɛ mo sunsuma sɛ anadwo, awia ketee. Momfa aguanfo no nhintaw munnyi atubrafo no mma.
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.
Momma Moabfo aguanfo no ne mo ntena; monyɛ wɔn bammɔ wɔ ɔsɛefo no ho.” Ɔhyɛsoni no bɛba nʼawie na adesɛe to betwa; opoobɔfo no bɛyera wɔ asase no so.
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.
Ɔdɔ mu na Onyankopɔn besi ahengua bi; ɔbarima bi de nokwaredi bɛtena so, obi a ofi Dawid fi, nea atemmu mu no ɔpɛ atɛntrenee na ɔntwentwɛn adetreneeyɛ ho.
6 We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
Yɛate Moab ahantan a ɔyɛ, nʼani a atra ne ntɔn mmoroso, nʼahomaso ne nʼasoɔden nanso hwee nni nʼahomaso no mu.
7 All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
Enti Moabfo twa adwo, wɔbɔ mu su ma Moab. Wodi awerɛhow na wɔbɔ abubuw, ma Kir Hereset bobe aba ɔfam.
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.
Hesbon mfuw no hyew, Sibma bobe mfuw nso saa ara. Aman sodifo no atiatia bobe papa no so, nea kan na wɔde kɔ Yaser na ɛtrɛtrɛw kɔ nweatam so no. Wɔn mman trɛtrɛw kɔka mpoano pɛɛ.
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.
Enti misu sɛnea Yaser su, de ma Sibma bobe mfuw. Hesbon ne Eleale, mede misu fɔw mo! Mo aduaba a abere ho ahurusi ne otwabere de no aka.
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.
Ahosɛpɛw ne anigye nni mfikyifuw no mu; obiara nto dwom, na ɔnteɛteɛ mu wɔ bobeturo mu; obiara nkyi nsa wɔ nsakyiamoa so, efisɛ mede nteɛteɛmu aba nʼawiei.
11 Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
Misi apini wɔ me koma mu wɔ Moab ho te sɛ sankuten so kwadwom; na me yam hyehye me ma Kir Hereset.
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.
Sɛ Moab kɔ ne sorɔnsorɔmmea a ɔhaw ne ho kwa; sɛ ɔkɔ nʼabosonnan mu kɔbɔ mpae a, ɛrenkosi hwee.
13 This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
Eyi ne asɛm a Awurade aka dedaw afa Moab ho.
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.
Nanso mprempren Awurade ka se, “Mfe abiɛsa mu, sɛnea akoa a nhyehyɛe kyekyere no no bebu nna no, wobebu Moab anuonyam ne ne nkurɔfo dodow no nyinaa animtiaa, na ne nkae no bɛyɛ kakraa bi a wonni ahoɔden.”
