Isaiah 15
1 The prophecy concerning Moab. Yea! in the night of assault was Ar of Moab a ruin! In the night of assault was Kir of Moab a ruin!
Adehunu a ɛfa Moab ho: Wɔasɛe Ar a ɛwɔ Moab anadwo koro pɛ! Wɔasɛe Kir a ɛwɔ Moab anadwo koro pɛ!
2 They go up to the temple, and to Dibon, to weep upon the high places; Upon Nebo and upon Medeba doth Moab howl; On every head is baldness, And every beard is shorn.
Dibon foro kɔ nʼasɔredan mu, ɔkɔ ne sorɔnsorɔmmea kɔ su; Moab twa adwo wɔ Nebo ne Medeba ho. Wɔayi eti biara so nwi na abɔgyesɛ biara nso wɔatwitwa.
3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; On the tops of their houses and in their public walks every one howleth, And melteth away with weeping.
Wɔfirafira ayitoma wɔ mmɔntene so; wɔ adan atifi ne ɔman ahyiaeɛ wɔn nyinaa retwa adwo, wɔdeda fam na wɔsu.
4 Heshbon and Elealah utter a cry; Even to Jahaz is their voice heard; Therefore the warriors of Moab shriek aloud; Their hearts tremble within them.
Hesbon ne Eleale teaam su, wɔte wɔn nne kɔduru Yahas nohoa. Enti Moab mmarimma akofoɔ teaam su, na wɔabotoboto.
5 My heart crieth out for Moab, Whose fugitives wander to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishijah; For they ascend the heights of Luhith weeping, And in the way of Horonaim they raise the cry of destruction.
Medi Moab ho awerɛhoɔ wɔ mʼakoma mu; nʼadwanefoɔ dwane kɔduru Soar, ne Eglat Selisiya. Wɔforo kɔ Luhit, wɔrekɔ nyinaa na wɔresu; Horonaim ɛkwan so nso wɔdi wɔn sɛeɛ ho awerɛhoɔ.
6 For the waters of Nimrim are desolate; The grass is withered; the tender plant faileth; There is no green thing left.
Nimrim nsuwansuwa awewe na ɛserɛ no ahye afifideɛ nyinaa ayera na ɛnkaa wira biara a ɛyɛ mono.
7 Wherefore the remnant of their substance and their wealth They shall carry to the brook of willows.
Enti ahonyadeɛ a wɔapɛ agu hɔ no wɔsoa de kɔtwa mpampuro bɔnhwa.
8 For the cry encompasseth the borders of Moab; Even to Eglaim reacheth her wailing, To Beer-Elim her howling.
Wɔn nkekamu gyegye wɔ Moab ahyeɛ so; wɔn agyaadwotwa kɔduru Eglaim na wɔn abubuobɔ kɔduru Beer Elim.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; For I bring new evils upon Dimon; Upon him that escapeth of Moab will I send a lion, Even upon him that remaineth in the land.
Dimon nsuo ayɛ mogya nkoaa nanso mɛkɔ so ne no adi. Gyata bɛba Moab adwanefoɔ no so ne wɔn a wɔbɛka asase no so.
