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.
Mu kiro kimu kyokka Ali ekya Mowaabu kirizikirizibwa ne kimalibwawo. Kiiri ekya Mowaabu nakyo ne kizikirizibwa mu kiro!
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.
Abantu b’e Diboni bambuse ku lusozi okukaabira mu ssabo lyabwe. Abantu ba Mowaabu bakaaba bakungubagira ebibuga byabwe ebya Nebo ne Medeba. Buli mutwe gwonna gumwereddwako enviiri na buli kirevu kyonna kimwereddwa.
3 In their streets, they dress themselves in sackcloth; on their roofs and in their squares, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
Beesibye ebibukutu mu nguudo; ku nnyumba waggulu era ne mu bibangirize ebinene eby’omu bibuga bakaaba. Buli muntu atema emiranga n’abikaabira amaziga amayitirivu.
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.
Kesuboni ne Ereyale bakaaba mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka, n’amaloboozi gaabwe gawulikika e Yakazi. Abasajja ba Mowaabu abalina ebyokulwanyisa kyebava bakaaba mu ddoboozi ery’omwanguka, emmeeme ekankanira munda mu Mowaabu.
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.
Omutima gwange gukaabira Mowaabu; abantu be babundabunda, baddukira e Zowaali ne Yegulasuserisiya. Bambuka e Lakisi nga bwe bakaaba; bakaabira mu kkubo ery’e Kolonayimu nga boogera ku kuzikirizibwa kwabwe.
6 For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
Amazzi g’e Nimulimu gakalidde, omuddo guwotose, omuddo omugonvu, guggwaawo, tewali kintu kimera.
7 Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the Brook of the Willows.
Abantu basomoka akagga ak’enzingu nga badduka n’ebintu byabwe bye baafuna ne babitereka.
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.
Okukaaba kwetooloodde ensalo za Mowaabu; amaloboozi gatuuse e Yegalayimu, n’ebiwoobe ne bituuka e Beererimu.
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.
Amazzi g’e Diboni gajjudde omusaayi, naye ndyongera okuleeta ebirala ku Diboni; empologoma egwe ku abo abalisigalawo mu Mowaabu, ne ku abo abalisigalawo ku nsi.
