Isaiah 15
1 The oracle on Moab: Because, in a night, was laid waste Ar of Moab—destroyed! Because, in a night, was laid waste Kir of Moab—destroyed,
KA wanana no Moaba. A lukuia Ara-Moaba i ka po, ua anaiia; He oiaio, i ka po i lukuia'i o Kira-Moaba, Ua anai loa ia no.
2 He hath gone up to Bayith and Dibon, to the high places, to weep, —On Nebo and on Medeba, Moab is howling, On all their heads, a baldness, Every beard, clipped.
Pii aku no ia i ka heiau, ma Dibona hoi, Ma na wahi kiekie e uwe ai. E aoa no o Moaba, no Nebo a me Medeba; E ohule no ko lakou poo a pau, E pau no ka umiumi i ke kahiia.
3 In their streets, have they girded them with sackcloth, —On their housetops, and in their broadways, every one is howling—melting in tears;
Ma kona alanui e kaei no lakou ia lakou iho i ke hapa ino: Maluna o kona mau hale, a ma kona wahi akea, E aoa no na mea a pau me ka waimaka e kahe ana.
4 And Heshbon, hath made outcry, and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz, hath been heard their voice, —For this cause, do the armed men of Moab roar, Every man’s soul, quivereth to him.
E uwe hamama no o Hesebona a me Eleale; E loheia ko lakou leo ma Iahaza; No ka mea, e uwe aku no ka poe kaua o Moaba, E ehaeha no kona naau maloko ona.
5 Mine own heart, for Moab continueth to make outcry, Her fugitive, as far as Zoar, is like a heifer of three years; For the accent of Luhith, with weeping, they ascend, For by the way of Horonaim—an outcry of destruction, they excite;
E uwe nui no ko'u naau no Moaba, O kona poe i pee, aia no ma Zoara, ma Egelaselesia: I ka pii ana i Luhita, pii lakou me ka uwe iho; Oiaio, ma ke ala o Horonaima lakou e uwe at ai no ka make.
6 For, the waters of Nimrim, shall become desolation, —For grass, hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up!
No ka mea, e mehameha auanei na wai o Nimerima, Ua maloo hoi ka mauu, ua pau ka launahele, aohe mea uliuli.
7 For this cause, the savings they had made and that which they had stored, Over the torrent-bed of the willows, shall they bear them.
Nolaila, ua laweia'ku ka waiwai i loaa ia ia, A me ka lakou ukana hoi, a i ke kahawai o na wilou.
8 For the outcry hath gone round the boundary of Moab, —As far as Eglaim, the howling thereof, And to Beer-elim, the howling thereof.
Ua poai kona uwe ana i na mokuna o Moaba; Ua hiki kona aoa i Egelaima, a me kona kaniuhu i Beer-Elima.
9 For the waters of Dimon, are full of blood, For I will lay upon Dimon new troubles, —To the escaped of Moab, the lions, Even to the survivors on the soil.
No ka mea, ua piha na wai o Dimona i ke koko: A e kau hou no wau maluna o Dimona, I na liona hoi maluna o ka poe i pakele o Moaba, A me ka poe o ka aina i koe.
