Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab. Because in a night destroyed was Ar of Moab — It hath been cut off, Because in a night destroyed was Kir of Moab — It hath been cut off.
Wach nofwenyore kuom jo-Moab ni: Ar manie Moab okethi, omuke ei otieno achiel! Kir manie Moab bende okethi, omuke ei otieno achiel!
2 He hath gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places — to weep, On Nebo and on Medeba Moab howleth, On all its heads [is] baldness, every beard cut off.
Jo-Dibon dhiyo e kargi mar lemo, gidhiyo e hembko mag-gi mondo giywagi; kendo jo-Moab goyo nduru nikech Nebo gi Medeba osekethi. Ngʼato ka ngʼato oliel wiye kod tike.
3 In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth — going down with weeping.
E yore, girwako pien gugru; to ewi udi kod laru maduongʼ, giduto giywak ka gidengo kendo gingʼielore e lowo.
4 And cry doth Heshbon and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz heard hath been their voice, Therefore the armed ones of Moab do shout, His life hath been grievous to him.
Jo-Heshbon kod jo-Eleale ywak, kendo ywakgi winjore nyaka Jahaz. Kuom mano jolweny mag jo-Moab ywak kendo kihondko omakogi.
5 My heart [is] toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third [year], For — the ascent of Luhith — With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.
Chunya ywago jo-Moab; nimar ogandane ringo kadhi pondo Zoar, ma gichopo nyaka Eglath Shelishiya. Gidhi ka giluwo yo mochomo Luhith ka giywak, e yo madhi Horonaim giywak malit nikech kethruokgi.
6 For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.
Pige mag Nimrim oseduono, kendo lum bende osener, kendo oboke orumo, maonge gimoro amora modongʼ ka ngʼich.
7 Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry.
Omiyo mwandu mane giseloso kendo kano negitingʼo magingʼadogo Holo ma Omburi otiye.
8 For gone round hath the cry the border of Moab, Unto Eglaim [is] its howling, And to Beer-Elim [is] its howling.
Ywakgi winjore nyaka e tongʼ Moab, nduru margi chopo nyaka Eglaim, kendo dengo margi landore nyaka Beer Elim.
9 For the waters of Dimon have been full of blood, For I set on Dimon additions, For the escaped of Moab a lion, And for the remnant of Adamah!
Pige mag Dimon opongʼ gi remo, to kata kamano named kelo masiche ne Dimon, ne joge maringo koa Moab mondo opondi kod jogo modongʼ e pinyno nomak gi sibuor.
