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,
Ọ̀rọ̀-ìmọ̀ tí ó kan Moabu, a pa Ari run ní Moabu, òru kan ní a pa á run! A pa Kiri run ní Moabu, òru kan ní a pa á run!
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.
Diboni gòkè lọ sí tẹmpili rẹ̀, sí àwọn ibi gíga rẹ̀ láti sọkún, Moabu pohùnréré lórí Nebo àti Medeba. Gbogbo orí ni a fá gbogbo irùngbọ̀n ni a gé dànù.
3 In their streets, have they girded them with sackcloth, —On their housetops, and in their broadways, every one is howling—melting in tears;
Wọ́n wọ aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ ní ojú òpópónà, ní àwọn òrùlé àti àwọn gbàgede ìlú. Wọ́n pohùnréré, wọ́n dọ̀bálẹ̀ pẹ̀lú ẹkún.
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.
Heṣboni àti Eleale ké sóde, ohùn wọn ni a gbọ́ títí fi dé Jahasi. Nítorí náà ni àwọn ọmọ-ogun Moabu ṣe kígbe tí ọkàn wọn sì rẹ̀wẹ̀sì.
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;
Ọkàn mi kígbe sókè lórí Moabu; àwọn ìsáǹsá rẹ sálà títí dé Soari, títí fi dé Eglati-Ṣeliṣi. Wọ́n gòkè lọ títí dé Luhiti wọ́n ń sọkún bí wọ́n ti ń lọ, ní òpópónà tí ó lọ sí Horonaimu wọ́n ń pohùnréré ìparun wọn.
6 For, the waters of Nimrim, shall become desolation, —For grass, hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up!
Gbogbo omi Nimrimu ni ó ti gbẹ àwọn koríko sì ti gbẹ, gbogbo ewéko ti tán ewé tútù kankan kò sí mọ́.
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.
Báyìí gbogbo ọrọ̀ tí wọ́n ti ní tí wọ́n sì tò jọ wọ́n ti kó wọn kọjá lọ lórí i gẹ̀rẹ́gẹ̀rẹ́ odò Poplari.
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.
Gbohùngbohùn ń gba igbe wọn dé ìpẹ̀kun ilẹ̀ Moabu; ìpohùnréré wọn lọ títí dé Eglaimu, igbe ẹkún wọn ni a gbọ́ títí dé kànga Elimu.
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.
Omi Dimoni kún fún ẹ̀jẹ̀, síbẹ̀ èmi ó tún mu ohun tí ó jù báyìí lọ wá sórí Dimoni— kìnnìún kan wá sórí àwọn ìsáǹsá Moabu àti lórí àwọn tí ó tún ṣẹ́kù sórí ilẹ̀ náà.
