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.
Uthenga wonena za Mowabu: Popeza kuti mu usiku umodzi wokha mzinda wa Ari wa ku Mowabu wawonongedwa, wawonongedwa pa usiku umodzi wokha. Mzinda wa Kiri wawonongedwa, wawonongedwa pa usiku umodzi wokha.
2 They have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.
Anthu a ku Diboni akupita ku nyumba ya milungu yawo, akupita ku malo awo achipembedzo kukalira; anthu a ku Mowabu akulirira mofuwula mzinda wa Nebo ndi wa Medeba. Mutu uliwonse wametedwa mpala, ndipo ndevu zonse zametedwa.
3 In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
Mʼmisewu akuvala ziguduli; pa madenga ndi mʼmabwalo aliyense akulira mofuwula, misozi ili pupupu.
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.
Anthu a ku Hesiboni ndi Eleali akulira mofuwula, mawu awo akumveka mpaka ku Yahazi. Kotero asilikali a ku Mowabu akulira mofuwula, ndipo ataya mtima.
5 My heart cries out for Moab! Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for on the way to Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.
Inenso ndikulirira Mowabu; chifukwa othawa nkhondo ake akupita akulira ku chikweza cha Luluti mpaka ku Zowari ndi Egilati-Selisiya akupita akulira ku chikweza cha Luhiti, Akulira mosweka mtima pa njira yopita ku Horonaimu; akulira mosweka mtima chifukwa cha chiwonongeko chawo.
6 For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
Madzi a ku Nimurimu aphwa ndipo udzu wauma; zomera zawonongeka ndipo palibe chomera chobiriwira chatsala.
7 Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook of the willows.
Kotero kuti chuma chomwe anachipeza ndi kuchisunga, achitenga kuti awoloke nacho chigwembe cha Misondozi.
8 For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer Elim.
Kulira kwawo kukumveka mʼdziko lonse la Mowabu; kulira kwawo kosweka mtima kukumveka mpaka ku Egilaimu ndi Beeri-Elimu.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
Madzi a ku Dimoni afiira ndi magazi, komabe ndidzabweretsa zina zambiri pa Dimoni, mkango woti udzagwire aliyense othawa mu Mowabu ndi aliyense wotsala mʼdzikomo.
