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 nnwammaa sɛ apeatoɔ nkɔma asase no sodifoɔ, ɛfiri Sela fa anweatam no so, kɔka Ɔbabaa Sion bepɔ no so.
2 The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
Sɛdeɛ nnomaa a wɔaka wɔn afiri pirebuo mu na wɔtu nenam ewiem no, saa ara na Moabfoɔ mmaa teɛ wɔ Arnon asutwareɛ.
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.
“Mommoa yɛn, mommɔ yɛn ho ban. Momfa yɛn nsie. Monnyi atukɔtenafoɔ 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 Moabfoɔ adwanefoɔ no ne mo ntena; monyɛ wɔn banbɔ wɔ ɔsɛefoɔ no ho.” Ɔhyɛsoni no bɛba nʼawieeɛ na adesɛeɛ to bɛtwa; opoobɔni 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 bɛsi ahennwa bi; ɔbarima bi de nokorɛdie bɛtena so, obi a ɔfiri Dawid efie, deɛ atemmuo mu no ɔpɛ atɛntenenee na ɔntwentwɛn adeteneneeyɛ 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 ne ne ntɛn, nʼahomasoɔ ne nʼasoɔden, nanso hwee nni nʼahomasoɔ 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 Moabfoɔ twa adwo, wɔbɔ mu su ma Moab. Wɔdi awerɛhoɔ na wɔbɔ abubuo wɔ Kir Hereset bobe aba ɔfam ho.
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 mfuo no hye, Sibma bobe mfuo nso saa ara. Aman sodifoɔ no atiatia bobe papa no so, deɛ kane na wɔde kɔ Yaser na ɛtrɛtrɛ kɔ anweatam so no. Wɔn mman trɛtrɛ 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 mesu sɛdeɛ Yaser suo, de ma Sibma bobe mfuo. Ao Hesbon, Ao Eleale, mesu mo bebree! Mo aduaba a abereɛ ho ahurisie ne otwaberɛ deɛ no, wɔagyae.
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.
Ahosɛpɛ ne anigyeɛ nni mfikyifuo no mu; obiara nnto dwom, na ɔnteateam wɔ bobeturo mu; obiara nnkyi nsã wɔ nsakyimena so, ɛfiri sɛ mede nteateam aba nʼawieeɛ.
11 Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
Mesi apinie wɔ mʼakoma 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, ɔha ne ho kwa; sɛ ɔkɔ nʼabosonnan mu kɔbɔ mpaeɛ a, ɛrenkɔsi hwee.
13 This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
Yei ne asɛm a Awurade aka dada 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 seesei Awurade ka sɛ, “Mfeɛ mmiɛnsa mu, sɛdeɛ wɔkan ɔpaani mfeɛ no, Moab animuonyam bɛba awieeɛ, na ne nkaeɛfoɔ no bɛyɛ kakra bi a wonni ahoɔden.”
