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,
Ty bekoeñe i Moabe: Amy haleñe androtsahañe i Arey, mongotse ty Moabe; amy haleñe androtsahañe i Kirey, mongotse ty Moabe.
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.
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, have they girded them with sackcloth, —On their housetops, and in their broadways, every one is howling—melting in tears;
Misikin-gony an-dalañe eo; songa mangololoike, mangoihoy ty rovetse o an-tafon’ anjomba naho an-tameañeo.
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.
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 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;
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, shall become desolation, —For grass, hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up!
Koake o rano’ i Nimrimeo; hene niforejeje ty ahetse, niheatse o bokao, tsy aman’ antsetra.
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.
Aa le hasese’ iareo mb’an-Torahan-Tsohihy mb’eo ty vara nivokare’ iereo, ty vokatse nahaja’ iareo an-driha ao.
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.
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 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.
Atse-dio ty rano’ i Dimone; fe mbe ho tompeako ty Dimone, ty liona, amo hivoratsake boake Moabeo, naho amo sehanga’ i taneio.
