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.
Ty bekoeñe i Moabe: Amy haleñe androtsahañe i Arey, mongotse ty Moabe; amy haleñe androtsahañe i Kirey, mongotse ty Moabe.
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.
Nionjoñe mb’amy Baite mb’eo re, mb’amy Dibone, naho o haboañeo hirovetse; mb’amy Nebò naho i Medeba, mañaolo t’i Moabe; sola peake ze hene añambone, hinitsike ze fonga somatse.
3 In their streets, they dress themselves in sackcloth; on their roofs and in their squares, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
Misikin-gony an-dalañe eo; songa mangololoike, mangoihoy ty rovetse o an-tafon’ anjomba naho an-tameañeo.
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.
Mikaikaike ka ty Kesbone naho i Elalè; tsanoñeñe pak’e Iatsà ty feo’ iareo; mikointsañe o lahin-defo’ i Moabeo; mitoirañe an-tro’e ao ty fiai’e.
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.
Tolihe’ ty troko t’i Moabe, ie mitriban-day mb’e Tsoare mb’eo o sehanga’eo, i kiloa telo taoñey; fa amy fitroara’ i Lotitey eo ty angololoiha’ iareo am-panganihañe, amy lala’ i Koronaimey ty ikoiha’ iareo hazolava.
6 For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
Koake o rano’ i Nimrimeo; hene niforejeje ty ahetse, niheatse o bokao, tsy aman’ antsetra.
7 Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the Brook of the Willows.
Aa le hasese’ iareo mb’an-Torahan-Tsohihy mb’eo ty vara nivokare’ iereo, ty vokatse nahaja’ iareo an-driha ao.
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.
Nanitsike i Moabe pak’añ’efe-tane’e añe i koikey, i fañaoloa’ey pak’ Eglaime, i fangololoiha’ey pake Birelime.
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.
Atse-dio ty rano’ i Dimone; fe mbe ho tompeako ty Dimone, ty liona, amo hivoratsake boake Moabeo, naho amo sehanga’ i taneio.
