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.
Fi ọ̀dọ́-àgùntàn ṣe ẹ̀bùn ránṣẹ́ sí aláṣẹ ilẹ̀ náà, láti Sela, kọjá ní aginjù, lọ sí orí òkè ọ̀dọ́mọbìnrin Sioni.
2 The Moabite women at the fords of the Arnon are like birds fluttering around when their nest is destroyed.
Gẹ́gẹ́ bí alárìnkiri ẹyẹ tí a tì jáde kúrò nínú ìtẹ́, bẹ́ẹ̀ gẹ́gẹ́ ni àwọn obìnrin Moabu ní àwọn ìwọdò Arnoni.
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.
“Fún wa ní ìmọ̀ràn ṣe ìpinnu fún wa. Jẹ́ kí òjìji rẹ dàbí òru, ní ọ̀sán gangan. Fi àwọn ìsáǹsá pamọ́, má ṣe fi àwọn aṣàtìpó han.
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.
Jẹ́ kí àwọn ìsáǹsá Moabu gbé pẹ̀lú rẹ, jẹ́ ààbò fún wọn kúrò lọ́wọ́ ìparun.” Aninilára yóò wá sí òpin, ìparun yóò dáwọ́ dúró; òfinràn yóò pòórá kúrò lórí ilẹ̀.
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.
Nínú ìfẹ́ a ó fi ìdí ìjọba kan múlẹ̀, ní òdodo ọkùnrin kan yóò jókòó lórí rẹ̀ ẹnìkan láti ilé Dafidi wá. Ẹni yóò ṣe ìdájọ́, yóò sì máa wá ìdájọ́, yóò sì máa yára wá ohun tí í ṣe òdodo.
6 We know all about the pride of the Moabites, how terribly vain and conceited they are, completely arrogant! But their boasting is false.
Àwa ti gbọ́ nípa ìgbéraga Moabu, ìwọ̀sí ìgbéraga rẹ̀ àti fùlenge fùlenge, gààrù rẹ̀ àti àfojúdi rẹ̀, ṣùgbọ́n ìfọ́nnu rẹ̀ jẹ́ ìmúlẹ̀mófo.
7 All the Moabites grieve for Moab. They all mourn the loss of the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth, all of them destroyed.
Nítorí náà ni àwọn ará Moabu hu, wọ́n jùmọ̀ hu lórí Moabu. Sọkún kí o sì banújẹ́ fún àkàrà díndín Kiri-Hareseti.
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.
Gbogbo pápá oko Heṣboni ti gbẹ, bákan náà ni àjàrà Sibma rí. Àwọn aláṣẹ àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè wọ́n tẹ àwọn àyànfẹ́ àjàrà mọ́lẹ̀, èyí tí ó ti fà dé Jaseri ó sì ti tàn dé agbègbè aginjù. Àwọn èhíhù rẹ̀ fọ́n jáde, ó sì lọ títí ó fi dé Òkun.
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.
Nítorí náà mo sọkún, gẹ́gẹ́ bí Jaseri ṣe sọkún, fún àwọn àjàrà Sibma. Ìwọ Heṣboni, ìwọ Eleale, mo bomirin ọ́ pẹ̀lú omi ojú! Igbe ayọ̀ lórí àwọn èso pípọ́n rẹ àti lórí ìkórè èyí tí o ti mọ́wọ́ dúró.
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.
Ayọ̀ àti ìdùnnú ni a ti mú kúrò nínú ọgbà-igi eléso rẹ; kò sí ẹnìkan tí ó kọrin tàbí kígbe nínú ọgbà àjàrà: ẹnikẹ́ni kò fún ọtí níbi ìfúntí, nítorí mo ti fi òpin sí gbogbo igbe.
11 Heartbroken I cry for Moab like sad music on a harp; deep inside I weep for Kir-hareseth.
Ọkàn mi kérora fún Moabu gẹ́gẹ́ bí i dùùrù, àní tọkàntọkàn mi fún ìlú Kiri-Hareseti.
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.
Nígbà tí Moabu farahàn ní ibi gíga rẹ̀, ó ṣe ara rẹ̀ ní wàhálà lásán; nígbà tí ó lọ sí ojúbọ rẹ̀ láti gbàdúrà òfo ni ó jásí.
13 This is the message that the Lord has already delivered about Moab.
Èyí ni ọ̀rọ̀ tí Olúwa ti sọ nípa Moabu.
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.
Ṣùgbọ́n ní àkókò yìí Olúwa wí pé, “Láàrín ọdún mẹ́ta gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìwọ̀fà tí ó wà lábẹ́ ìdè ọgbà rẹ̀ ti máa kà á, ògo Moabu àti àwọn ọ̀pọ̀ ènìyàn rẹ̀ ni a ó kẹ́gàn, àwọn tí ó sálà nínú rẹ̀ yóò kéré níye, wọn yóò sì jẹ́ akúrẹtẹ̀.”
