Isaiah 16
1 Send the lambs for the ruler of the land from Sela to the wilderness, to the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
Botinda mpate lokola mpako epai ya mokambi ya mokili; wuta na Sela kino na ngomba Siona, mboka kitoko, bokatisa esobe.
2 For it will be that as wandering birds, as a scattered nest, so will the daughters of Moab be at the fords of the Arnon.
Bakobengana basi ya Moabi lokola bandeke na zala na yango, na suka ya ebale ya Arinoni.
3 Give counsel. Execute justice. Make your shade like the night in the midst of the noonday. Hide the outcasts. Do not betray the fugitive.
« Pesa biso toli, kamata mokano. Sala ete elili na yo ezala lokola butu na moyi makasi. Bomba bato oyo bakimeli epai na yo, kobimisa bango te.
4 Let the outcasts of Moab dwell with you; be a hiding place to them from the face of the destroyer. For the extortioner is at an end, destruction has ceased, oppressors have finished from the land.
Tika ete bato ya Moabi oyo bakimi epai na yo bawumela elongo na yo! Zala nguba na bango liboso ya mobomi. » Tango minyoko ekokoma na suka, kobebisama ekotikala lisusu te mpe koboma ekosila na mokili.
5 A throne will be established in loving kindness. One will sit on it in truth, in the tent of David, judging, seeking justice, and swift to do righteousness.
Kiti ya bokonzi ekolendisama na bolingo; moto moko akovanda na kiti yango na bosolo, akobimela na ndako ya Davidi: alukaka bosembo kati na kosambisa mpe alongisaka makambo ya bosembo.
6 We have heard of the pride of Moab, that he is very proud; even of his arrogance, his pride, and his wrath. His boastings are nothing.
Toyokaki sango ya lolendo ya Moabi, ndenge atombolaka mapeka: lolendo na ye oyo eleka ndelo mpe lofundu na ye, lolendo mpe maloba na ye ya lofundu ezanga na yango tina.
7 Ah, let not Moab wail; let everyone wail for Moab. You will mourn for the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth, utterly stricken.
Yango wana, bato ya Moabi bakosala matanga, bakomilela bango na bango mpo na Moabi. Bolela mpe bozala na mawa mpo na mikate ya Kiri-Aresheti, oyo basala na bambuma ya vino.
8 For the fields of Heshbon languish with the vine of Sibmah. The lords of the nations have broken down its choice branches, which reached even to Jazer, which wandered into the wilderness. Its shoots were spread abroad. They passed over the sea.
Mpo ete bilanga ya Eshiboni esili kokawuka elongo na bilanga ya vino ya Sibima. Bakambi ya bikolo babukaki-bukaki bitape na yango oyo eleki kitoko, oyo ekenda kino na Yaezeri mpe eleka kino na esobe. Bitape yango ezalaki epanzana makasi mpe ekenda mosika kino na ebale monene.
9 Therefore I will weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah. I will saturate you with my tears, Heshbon, and Elealeh: for on your summer fruits and on your harvest the battle shout has fallen.
Yango wana, nazali kolela lokola Yaezeri mpo na vino ya Sibima. Eshiboni mpe Eleale, nazali kosopa mpinzoli mpo na bino! Koganga ya esengo esili mpo bambuma na bino mpe mpo na biloko oyo bobuki na bilanga na bino.
10 Gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there will be no singing and there will be no jubilant shouting. Nobody will tread out wine in the presses. I have made the shouting stop.
Esengo mpe kosepela ebungi na bilanga ya kitoko, banzembo mpe koganga ya esengo ezali lisusu te kati na bilanga ya vino! Mokamoli vino akokamola lisusu te kati na ekamolelo, pamba te nakosukisa koganga.
11 Therefore my heart sounds like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kir Heres.
Motema na ngai ezali kolela lokola lindanda mpo na Moabi, mpe kati ya motema na ngai ezali komona pasi mpo na Kiri-Aresheti.
12 It will happen that when Moab presents himself, when he wearies himself on the high place, and comes to his sanctuary to pray, that he will not prevail.
Bakomona Moabi komata na bisambelo ya likolo ya bangomba mpo na kobondela na esika na ye ya bule, kasi akolonga te.
13 This is the word that Jehovah spoke concerning Moab in time past.
Yango nde liloba oyo Yawe aloba wuta kala mpo na Moabi.
14 But now Jehovah has spoken, saying, "Within three years, as a worker bound by contract would count them, the glory of Moab shall be brought into contempt, with all his great multitude; and the remnant will be very small and feeble."
Kasi Yawe alobi sik’oyo boye: « Etikali mibu misato, kobakisa ata mokolo moko te, bato ya lokumu ya Moabi mpe ebele ya bato na ye bakosambwa, bongo bato na ye oyo bakobika bakozala kaka moke mpe bakozanga makasi. »
