Isaiah 16
1 Send a lamb [to] the ruler of the land, From Selah in the wilderness, To the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
Ziganụ ụmụ atụrụ dịka onyinye nye onye na-achị ala ahụ site na Sela, gafee nʼụzọ ọzara ruo ugwu nke Ada Zayọn.
2 And it has come to pass, As a wandering bird, cast out of a nest, Are daughters of Moab, [at] fords of Arnon.
Ndị inyom Moab nọkwa nʼọnụ mmiri Anọn na-akwụgharị dịka ụmụ nnụnụ e si nʼakwụ ha chụpụ.
3 Bring in counsel, do judgment, Make your shadow as night in the midst of noon, Hide outcasts, do not reveal the wanderer.
Moab na-asị, “Nwee mkpebi na mmụọ gị,” “Kwubie okwu nʼihe ị kpebiri. Mee ka onyinyo gị dịrị ka abalị nʼetiti oke ehihie. Zobe ndị gbapụrụ ọsọ ndụ, ekpugheela onye na-achọ ebe nchebe.
4 My outcasts sojourn in you, O Moab, Be a secret hiding place for them, From the face of a destroyer, For the extortioner has ceased, Devastation has been finished, The tramplers are consumed out of the land.
Ka ndị Moab achụpụrụ achụpụ nọrọ nʼetiti unu, ghọrọ ha ebe nchebe pụọ nʼaka onye mbibi ahụ.” Onye mmegbu ahụ nwere ọgwụgwụ, mbibi ga-akwụsịkwa, onye ahụ na-azọda mmadụ ga-agwụchakwa site nʼala ahụ.
5 And the throne is established in kindness, And [One] has sat on it in truth, in the tent of David, Judging and seeking judgment, and hastening righteousness.
A ga-ehiwe otu ocheeze site nʼịhụnanya; otu nwoke ga-anọkwasị nʼelu ya site nʼikwesị ntụkwasị obi, otu onye sitere nʼụlọ ikwu Devid, bụ, onye mgbe ọ na-ekpe ikpe, na-achọ ikpe ziri ezi, na-emekwa ngwa ime ezi omume.
6 We have heard of the pride of Moab—very proud, His pride, and his arrogance, and his wrath—his boastings [are] not right.
Anyị anụla akụkọ banyere Moab, nụkwa ihe banyere nganga ya na aghụghọ ya niile. Obodo ahụ na-anya isi, nke nganga juru obi? Ugbu a, lee na ịnya isi ha erijughị afọ.
7 Therefore Moab howls for Moab, all of it howls, It meditates for the grape-cakes of Kir-Hareseth, They are surely struck.
Ya mere, ndị Moab niile na-eti mkpu akwa, ha na-ebetara Moab akwa. Kwasie akwa ike, nwee mwute, nʼihi achịcha e ji mkpụrụ osisi a mịkpọrọ amịkpọ mee nke Kia Hereset.
8 Because fields of Heshbon languish, The vine of Sibmah, Lords of nations beat her choice vines, They have come to Jazer, They have wandered in a wilderness, Her plants have spread themselves, They have passed over a sea.
Lee ka ubi niile nke Heshbọn si tọgbọrọ nʼefu; osisi vaịnị ha niile dị na Sibma akpọnwụsịala. E, ndị eze mba dị iche iche azọdala ọtụtụ osisi vaịnị ọma ndị a niile nʼụkwụ. E, osisi vaịnị ndị gbatịrị ruo Jeza, ruokwa nʼọzara, nke mgbọrọgwụ ha gbasara ruo nʼọnụ osimiri.
9 Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I water you [with] my tear, O Heshbon and Elealeh, For—for your summer fruits, and for your harvest, The shouting has fallen.
Nʼihi ya, ana m akwa akwa dị ka ndị Jeza si akwa akwa nʼihi ubi vaịnị Sibma. Anya mmiri akwa m ga-ede gị ahụ gị Heshbọn, na gị Eleale, nʼihi na e meela ka ụzụ mkpu ọṅụ nke na-ada mgbe a na-ewe ihe ubi nʼime gị gharakwa ịdị ọzọ.
10 And gladness and joy have been removed from the fruitful field, And they do not sing in vineyards, nor shout, The treader does not tread wine in the presses, I have caused shouting to cease.
Ewepụla ọṅụ na obi ụtọ site nʼubi na-amị mkpụrụ ọma, ọ dịghị onye na-abụ maọbụ tie mkpu ọṅụ nʼubi vaịnị a gbara ogige; ọ dịkwaghị onye na-azọchapụta mmanya m vaịnị nʼebe ịzọcha mmanya; nʼihi na emeela m ka iti mkpu ọṅụ niile kwụsị.
11 Therefore my bowels sound as a harp for Moab, And my inward parts for Kir-Haresh.
Mkpụrụobi m na-enwe mwute nʼihi Moab dịka ụbọ akwara, ime mmụọ m kwa nʼihi Kia Heres.
12 And it has come to pass, when it has been seen, That Moab has been weary on the high place, And he has come to his sanctuary to pray, And is not able.
Mgbe Moab ga-egosipụta onwe ya nʼebe ya dị elu, ọ na-eme naanị ka ike gwụ ya, mgbe ọ ga-aga ikpe ekpere nʼihu mmụọ ya, o nweghị uru nke a ga-abara ha.
13 This [is] the word that YHWH has spoken to Moab from that time,
Ihe ndị a niile bụ okwu Onyenwe anyị kwuru banyere Moab na mbụ,
14 And now YHWH has spoken, saying, “In three years, as years of a hired worker, The glory of Moab is lightly esteemed, With all the great multitude, And the remnant [is] little, small, not mighty!”
ma ugbu a Onyenwe anyị na-ekwu, sị, “Tupu afọ atọ agachaa, dịka onye e goro ọrụ si agụ afọ, a ga-eleli ugwu niile Moab nwere, ya na igwe mmadụ ya bara ụba. Ndị fọdụkwara ndụ ga-adị naanị mmadụ ole na ole bụrụkwa ndị na-adịghị ike.”
