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.
Adehunu a ɛfa Moab ho: Wɔasɛe Ar a ɛwɔ Moab anadwo koro pɛ! Wɔasɛe Kir a ɛwɔ Moab anadwo koro pɛ!
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.
Dibon foro kɔ nʼasɔredan mu, ɔkɔ ne sorɔnsorɔmmea kɔ su; Moab twa adwo wɔ Nebo ne Medeba ho. Wɔayi eti biara so nwi na abɔgyesɛ biara nso wɔatwitwa.
3 In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Everyone howls—going down with weeping.
Wɔfirafira ayitoma wɔ mmɔntene so; wɔ adan atifi ne ɔman ahyiaeɛ wɔn nyinaa retwa adwo, wɔdeda fam na wɔsu.
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.
Hesbon ne Eleale teaam su, wɔte wɔn nne kɔduru Yahas nohoa. Enti Moab mmarimma akofoɔ teaam su, na wɔabotoboto.
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.
Medi Moab ho awerɛhoɔ wɔ mʼakoma mu; nʼadwanefoɔ dwane kɔduru Soar, ne Eglat Selisiya. Wɔforo kɔ Luhit, wɔrekɔ nyinaa na wɔresu; Horonaim ɛkwan so nso wɔdi wɔn sɛeɛ ho awerɛhoɔ.
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.
Nimrim nsuwansuwa awewe na ɛserɛ no ahye afifideɛ nyinaa ayera na ɛnkaa wira biara a ɛyɛ mono.
7 Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, They carry to the Brook of the Willows.
Enti ahonyadeɛ a wɔapɛ agu hɔ no wɔsoa de kɔtwa mpampuro bɔnhwa.
8 For the cry has gone around the border of Moab, Its howling [is] to Eglaim, And its howling [is] to Beer-Elim.
Wɔn nkekamu gyegye wɔ Moab ahyeɛ so; wɔn agyaadwotwa kɔduru Eglaim na wɔn abubuobɔ kɔduru Beer Elim.
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!
Dimon nsuo ayɛ mogya nkoaa nanso mɛkɔ so ne no adi. Gyata bɛba Moab adwanefoɔ no so ne wɔn a wɔbɛka asase no so.
