Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab. For in the night that Ar of Moab is laid waste, he is brought to ruin; for in the night that Kir of Moab is laid waste, he is brought to ruin.
Moab Ar a rhoelrhak hlaem kah Moab olrhuh. Hlaempang pakhat ah a rhoelrhak tih hmata coeng. Kirmoab tah hmata coeng.
2 He is gone up to Baith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep; upon Nebo, and upon Medeba, Moab howleth; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is shaven.
Nebo so neh Moab Medeba soah a rhahnah la Dibon hmuensang im te a paan tih rhung. A lu khaw boeih lungawng tih a hmuimul boeih tlong.
3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one howleth, weeping profusely.
A kawtpoeng ah tlamhni a bai uh tih, a imphu kah te toltung la hek suntla uh tih rhung rhap uh coeng.
4 And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz; therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul is faint within him.
Heshbon neh Elealeh pang tih a ol te Jahaz duela a yaak. Te dongah Moab kah aka pumcum rhoek tah a hinglu a yuhui pah tih a khuiah pae coeng.
5 My heart crieth out for Moab; her fugitives reach unto Zoar, a heifer of three years old; for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
Ka lungbuei he Moab ham neh anih kah Zoar duela yingyetnah vaito ham khaw pang coeng. Luhith kham te a rhah doeah luei tih a kungkueng kah Horonaim longpuei khaw pocinah pang ol loh a haenghang.
6 For the Waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass is withered away, the herbage faileth, there is no green thing.
Nimrim tui khaw rhaerhap la om tih sulrham khaw rhae coeng, toian khaw khum coeng, baelhing khaw om voel pawh.
7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away to the brook of the willows.
Te dongah koeva a dang neh a cawhnah te soklong tuirhi kung la a phueih uh.
8 For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim.
Moab khorhi te a pang loh a vael. A rhungol te Eglaim duela, Beraelim ah khaw anih rhungol lo.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon him that escapeth of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.
Dimon tui khaw thii baetawt. Tedae Dimon te Moab rhalyong neh ka koei thil vetih khohmuen kah a meet ham sathueng ka khuen pah ni.
