Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab. Because in a night Ar of Moab was destroyed—It has been cut off, Because in a night Kir of Moab was destroyed—It has been cut off.
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 He has gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places—to weep, Moab howls on Nebo and on Medeba, Baldness [is] on all its heads, every beard cut 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 out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Everyone howls—going down 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 Heshbon and Elealeh cry, Their voice has been heard to Jahaz, Therefore the armed ones of Moab shout, His life has been grievous to him.
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 [is] toward Moab, Her fugitives cry to Zoar, a heifer of the third [year], For—the ascent of Luhith—He goes up in it with weeping, For in the way of Horonaim, They wake up a cry of destruction.
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 are desolations, For the hay has been withered, The tender grass has been finished, There has not been a green thing.
Maaĩ ma kũu Nimurimu nĩmahũĩte, nayo nyeki nĩĩhoohete; namo mahuti mothe maigũ nĩmomĩte, na gũtirĩ kĩndũ kĩĩruru gĩtigaire.
7 Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, They carry to 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 has gone around the border of Moab, Its howling [is] to Eglaim, And its howling [is] to Beer-Elim.
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 have been full of blood, For I set additions on Dimon, A lion for the escaped of Moab, And for the remnant of Adamah!
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.
