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.
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 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.
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, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
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 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.
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 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.
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 will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
No ka mea, e mehameha auanei na wai o Nimerima, Ua maloo hoi ka mauu, ua pau ka launahele, aohe mea uliuli.
7 Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook of the willows.
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 cry has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer Elim.
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 bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
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.
