Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab: for in a night, Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.
Hethateh, Moab hoi kâkuen e lawk doeh. Moab ram Ar kho teh tangmin buet touh hoi rawknae koe a pha. Moab ram teh khoeroe a rawk toe. Moab ram Kir kho teh tangmin buet touh hoi rawknae koe a pha. Moab ram teh khoeroe a rawk toe.
2 They have gone up to the temple, and to Dibon, to the high places to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. On every head is baldness. Every beard is cut off.
Khocanaw teh Dibon kho, a rasangnae koe e bawkim koe a cei awh teh a khuika awh. Moab khocanaw teh, Nebo kho, Medeba kho hah a khuikakhai awh. Ahnimae lû dawk sam awm hoeh, ahnimae pâkhamuen pueng teh koung a ngaw awh.
3 In their streets, they dress themselves in sackcloth; on their roofs and in their squares, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
Lamthung dawk buri a khohna awh teh, lemphu hai thoseh, lam dawk hai thoseh, kaawm e pueng ni a khuika awh teh, mitphi dawk a kâkaawk awh.
4 Heshbon cries out with Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. Their souls tremble within them.
Heshbon kho hoi Elealeh kho vah a khuika awh teh, Jahaz kho totouh a kâthai. Moab ransanaw hai pâyaw laihoi a khuika awh.
5 My heart cries out for Moab. Her Nazirites flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for in the way of Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.
Kaie ka lungthin hai Moab hanelah a kâ van. Ka yawng e taminaw teh kum thum touh e, maitola patetlah Zoar kho totouh a kâhêi awh. Luhith mon dawk mitphi bo laihoi a luen awh. Horonaim kho koelah ceinae lamthung dawk hai, rawk kahmanae khuika lawk hoi a hram awh.
6 For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
Bangkongtetpawiteh, Nimrim tuinaw kingdi teh, phonaw teh a ke awh toe. Caticamu hai a due toe. Kahring e kung touh boehai awmhoeh.
7 Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the Brook of the Willows.
Hatdawkvah, ahnimouh teh, tawnta hnopainaw hah sumpa yawn koe a thokhai awh han.
8 For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab; its wailing as far as Eglaim, and its wailing as far as Beer Elim.
A khuika lawk ni Moab ram peng a katin. A cingou lawk teh Eglaim kho totouh, Beerelim kho totouh a pha.
9 For the waters of Dibon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dibon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
Bangkongtetpawiteh, Dibon tui teh thi hoi akawi. Dibon kho dawk alouke lacik bout ka pha sak han rah. Ka hlout e Moab khocanaw hoi, kacawie khocanaw hanelah sendek hah ka patoun han.
