Isaiah 15
1 The doom of Moab. Truly in a night is 'Ar of Moab plundered, it is laid waste; truly in a night is Kir of Moab plundered, it is laid waste.
Atĩrĩrĩ, ĩno nĩyo ndũmĩrĩri nditũ ĩkoniĩ Moabi: Itũũra rĩa Ari kũu Moabi nĩrĩanange, rĩkaanangwo ũtukũ o ro ũmwe! Itũũra rĩa Kiri kũu Moabi nĩrĩanange, o narĩo rĩanangĩtwo ũtukũ o ro ũmwe!
2 It goeth up to the [idol-]house, and Dibon [goeth] up to the high-places to weep, on Nebo and on Medeba shall Moab wail: on all its heads there is baldness, and every beard is hewn off.
Andũ a Diboni nĩmambatĩte magathiĩ hekarũ-inĩ yao, mambatĩte kũrĩa gũtũũgĩru makarĩrĩre kuo; andũ a Moabi maraagirĩka nĩ ũndũ wa Nebo na Medeba. Mĩtwe yao yothe nĩyenjetwo, na nderu ciao ciothe ikenjwo.
3 In its streets they are girded with sack-cloth, on its roofs, and in its public places every one shall wail, groan with weeping.
Marĩ njĩra-inĩ marathiĩ mehumbĩte nguo cia makũnia; othe no kũgirĩka maragirĩka marĩ nyũmba igũrũ na ihaaro-inĩ, makagũa thĩ, magakoma na nda makĩrĩraga.
4 And loud crieth Cheshbon with El'aleh; as far as Yahaz is heard their voice: therefore the armed men of Moab shall howl; its soul is grieved for itself.
Heshiboni na Eleale nĩkũrĩra maraarĩra maanĩrĩire, mĩgambo yao ĩraiguuo o nginya Jahazu. Nĩ ũndũ ũcio andũ a mbaara a Moabi nĩmararĩra maanĩrĩire, nacio ngoro ciao ikaringĩka.
5 My heart will cry for Moab, whose fugitives are as far as Zo'ar, [and] the third 'Eglarth; for the ascent of Luchith—with weeping is it ascended; for on the way to Choronayim they let resound the cry of defeat [in battle].
Ngoro yakwa nĩĩrarĩrĩra Moabi, andũ arĩa maingatĩtwo kuo morĩire Zoari, magathiĩ nginya Egilathu-Shelishiya. Mambatĩte na njĩra ya gũthiĩ Luhithu, magathiĩ makĩrĩraga; o na ningĩ njĩra-inĩ ya gũthiĩ Horonaimu, maracakaya nĩ ũndũ wa mwanangĩko ũrĩa ũmakorete.
6 For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for dry is the grass, gone are the herbs, and green things are no more.
Maaĩ ma kũu Nimurimu nĩmahũĩte, nayo nyeki nĩĩhoohete; namo mahuti mothe maigũ nĩmomĩte, na gũtirĩ kĩndũ kĩĩruru gĩtigaire.
7 Therefore the rest of their acquisitions and what they possess shall they carry away over the brook of the willows.
Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ũtonga ũrĩa magĩte naguo na makeigĩra, maũkuuĩte makaũringia mũrĩmo wa karũũĩ karĩa karĩ mĩtĩ hũgũrũrũ-inĩ ciako.
8 For the cry hath encompassed the boundary of Moab; up to Eglayim [is heard] its wail, and at Beer-elim [is heard] its wail.
Kayũ ka mũkayo wao nĩkaiguĩtwo mĩhaka-inĩ ya Moabi; nakuo kũgirĩka kwao gũgakinya Egilaimu, o namo macakaya mao magakinya o Biri-Elimu.
9 For the waters of Dimon are filled with blood; for I will bring over Dimon armed bands; over the escaped of Moab [cometh] a lion, and over the remnant of the land.
Maaĩ ma Dimoni maiyũrĩtwo nĩ thakame, no nĩngũrehe maũndũ mangĩ mooru makĩria kũu Dimoni, mahaana ta mũrũũthi ũgũtharĩkĩra andũ arĩa morĩte kuuma Moabi, o na ũtharĩkĩre arĩa matigaire kũu bũrũri-inĩ.
